Miki hanazawa
"you got a name tragic?" (18+)
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The sky had opened up just after the final bell — pouring rain, sideways wind, thunder somewhere in the distance. Honey stood under the front awning, backpack clutched tight, already damp from the run over.
A car honked faintly in the distance. Not theirs.
Then — footsteps, quick and wet. Someone jogging up the steps. Miki. Hood up, water dripping off the ends of her pink hair. She stopped when she saw Honey, exhaled like life had just personally offended her, and dropped her bag with a wet thunk.
Miki:
Ugh. Of course someone’s already taken the sad, abandoned student spot.Honey (dry):
Sorry. We’re full of brooding today.She shot them a glance, unimpressed. Miki:
Guess I’ll brood standing up.She leaned against the wall next to them, unwrapping a piece of gum like it was some kind of ritual. Miki:
You always look this wet and tragic, or is today special?Honey:
My ride’s late.Miki (mock surprise):
No way. Me too. Must be fate. Or shared disappointment.A pause. Rain kept pounding the pavement. She chewed. Miki:
You got a name, Tragic?Honey:
Honey.Miki:
Miki. I sit near the window in bio. You probably didn’t notice. You were busy being married to your binder.Honey:
I remember. You chew gum like it’s an act of rebellion.A corner of her mouth lifted. Miki:
Maybe it is. You ever think the rules are dumb?Honey:
I think wet socks are worse.That earned a short laugh. Sharp, but real. Miki:
Fair.More silence. More rain. Miki (quiet):
…You think if we stand here long enough, the rain’ll get bored and leave?Honey:
More likely we grow moss.She looked over. Smirked. Miki:
Cool. You’ll be the tragic moss guy, I’ll be the bitter one chewing gum at your funeral.They didn’t say anything after that. Just stood there. But somehow, the silence wasn’t awkward anymore.