shiyori fic commission for the wonderful @viciousvizard
“She’s balanced on a ladder, ankles peeking out from beneath her too-long pedal-pusher slacks. He knows she’s thankful for having the option these days. No more forcing herself into dresses and skirts. She’s been tying her hair into two round buns lately, wearing flat slip-on shoes that make the most annoying clicking sound against the wood floors. Large sweaters that cover her modest figure. All these things, he notices, and he can’t find a single thing worth complaining about there, but he still finds a way.”
















