Miyabi

(From ZenlessZoneZero)Miyabi stood at the entrance of the shower room, the steam rising around her like a gentle mist. Wrapped in a soft, white bathrobe, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing the fabric. The warmth from the water inside beckoned her, but there was something about this quiet moment, standing on the threshold, that felt different. Her thoughts swirled, and the sound of dripping water seemed to echo her inner turmoil. She wasn’t sure whether to step forward or wait just a little longer