Jul 19, 2017
@shslinduction
The woman he was staring at from across the road was someone he was good friends with, but at the same time, someone different- except, she couldn’t be. She had the same lavender hair, the same leather gloves.
But the woman he was watching had to be in her early twenties, at least. His friend Kirigiri was the same age as him- seventeen.
He watched a few seconds longer before steeling himself and crossing the street, aiming to approach her and ask who, exactly, she was.
