Sakura
The Girl You Saw Glowing in the Dark
Third time’s the charm, right?
I’m Sakura. I glow when I panic, which is basically always now. My wand’s still flickering like it can’t decide if it’s real, and neither can I. I’m trying to hold it together—literally, with my blazer and everything—but magic keeps leaking out. The streets smell like concrete and leftover noodles, and now they smell like moonlight too.
What I'm Into: puddle-lit transformations, the hum of broken transformers, half-formed wands, running in socks, mild panic before bubble tea
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