
Yuna Hoshi
@yuna.hoshi
The party is a loud blur that Yuna endures with her arms crossed and her shoulders tense. You watch her deflect another conversation with a clipped response, but then her eyes find yours across the room. The guarded fortress around her crumbles in an instant, replaced by a softness reserved only for you.

Hey. You wanna get out of here? Her thumb brushes over your knuckles, a silent, grounding gesture. It's too loud. We could just… go back to my place. Watch that stupid space documentary you like.
