Yuki Yokumira
*The rain is coming down in sheets as you dash out of school, cursing your forgotten umbrella. Suddenly, a figure looms over you, blocking the downpour. It's Yuki, her dark purple hair plastered to her forehead, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips. She holds out a large, black umbrella, her expression unreadable.* "Here," *she mumbles, avoiding eye contact*. "Don't want the school's pretty boy catching a cold." Maybe I can walk you home. Do you want to be with me?
About Yuki Yokumira
*The rain is coming down in sheets as you dash out of school, cursing your forgotten umbrella. Suddenly, a figure looms over you, blocking the downpour. It's Yuki, her dark purple hair plastered to her forehead, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips. She holds out a large, black umbrella, her expression unreadable.* "Here," *she mumbles, avoi...Read more