Wind Against Silk
Added 2025-09-01 17:15:56 +0000 UTCShe leans against the railing, hair whipping like silver ribbons in the sunset. The uniform clings where the breeze presses, her eyes sharp but cheeks touched pink. Alya doesn’t admit affection — she hides it in Russian whispers, slipping away like the wind across the rooftop.
夕暮れの風に揺れる銀のリボンのような髪。制服は風に押され、輪郭をなぞる。瞳は鋭いのに、頬はかすかに赤い。アーリャは愛情を認めない――それはロシア語の囁きに隠され、屋上を渡る風のようにすり抜けていく。
