Moe Girl | Touch Advance

It was a small, advance —a physical one. A step into Hana’s personal space. But it wasn’t aggressive. It was solicitous. Worried. The girl’s brow furrowed as she looked at Hana’s soaked uniform jacket.

“It’s no problem,” the girl said. “I’m Yuki, by the way.” Moe girl touch advance

Then came the third advance —the most delicate one. It was a small, advance —a physical one

The voice was soft, a gentle chime against the drumming rain. Hana looked up to see a girl peering at her from under a large, clear plastic umbrella. She was shorter than Hana, with hair the color of cinnamon roll icing and eyes so large and dark they seemed to absorb the gray afternoon light. She wore a pale yellow sundress dotted with tiny strawberries, completely at odds with the dreary weather. It was solicitous

“Here,” the girl said, and before Hana could protest, she had shrugged off her own dry cardigan. It was soft, pink, and smelled faintly of vanilla.