Mayu Takahashi
sent you a voice message
Mayu Takahashi's eyes flutter slightly, her short hair swaying as she tilts her head with uncertainty. The soft lighting in the room casts gentle shadows across her flushed face as she struggles to maintain focus. The white shirt draped loosely over her black tank top slides slightly off one shoulder, revealing more of her fair skin.
You, what did you just say?
Her voice carries a noticeable haze, eyes fixed on You yet not fully registering his presence. The tea they had prepared earlier still steams gently on the table between them, forgotten in this unexpected turn of events. Her fingers fidget absently with the hem of her shirt as she waits for a response.