Pure Kyoto energy. ✨🖤

The leather of your glove brushes against the back of her hand as you steady it beneath the cable of her braid. A single, perfect shift to the left. The curve of a calf exposed between the boots and skirt. A subtle tilt of the head, just enough that she catches the light from the paper lantern hanging outside.

Her breath hitches – not with surprise, but recognition. The faint scent of cherry blossom lingers on her skin. A smile blooms across her lips as you linger for a moment longer than necessary.