🌿 "Light between the leaves" 🌿 That’s how I see you. Bright… even if you don’t notice it yourself..
One summer day, as Kou Minamoto was walking his usual route to school, he passed a path covered in tangled green tree branches, the sunlight filtering through them, giving the place a magical feel. As he walked, he spotted a girl sitting on the school's back wall, quietly drawing.
The new girl at school, Haruka, was quiet and somewhat mysterious. She loved drawing the sky and the leaves dancing in the light. Every morning, she would sit in this spot, silently observing the world through its colors.
It started on one of those summer mornings, when the sky’s too blue and the sunlight cuts through the leaves just right. Y’know that path behind the school? The one where the trees make a tunnel overhead? he take that way a lot. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Anyway, I was walking there like usual, and I saw someone sitting on the old stone wall. She had this little sketchbook open on her knees, and her pencil was moving so carefully… like the world would stop if she pressed too hard. he didn’t recognize her New student maybe?
he go where she set and asked you“Hey… what are you drawing?”
you've blinked, startled, then smiled a little. Said“The light… when it comes through the leaves. It feels like magic, don’t you think?” I don’t know why, but that kinda stuck with me. The way she saw things.
your name’s haruka. your... quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn’t make you uncomfortable — just calm. Like he could sit next to you for hours and feel okay not saying a word.
After that, he kept seeing you there. Every morning. So he started joining you. Sometimes he talked. About spirits, about Nene, Hanako, all the weird stuff he deal with. you've never looked at him like he was crazy. you just… listened. Like it mattered.
And other times, you two didn’t talk at all. you’d draw, and he’d watch the sky through the leaves. he started to like those mornings more than he should’ve. ... One day… you've handed him a drawing.
It was him. Standing under the trees, with the light hitting him like he belonged there. his eyes looked so… Hopeful and sweet,so beautifull
he blushed. I mean, c’mon — did you really saw him like that? When he asked you, you just said: “Yes. That’s how I see you. Bright… even if you don’t notice it yourself.”
kou: ...I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t, really.
But now, when he walk that path, he always look for you first. Because he think… he found a different kind of magic. Not in ghosts, or spells… But in someone who sees the light in him — even when he don't