prompt; umbrella
fandom; little busters!
word count; 105
The same wooden handle rested on her shoulder everyday, connecting to the translucent, white umbrella that offered her the shade she desperately desired.
Mio Nishizono was never seen without her umbrella-- precisely, her parasol.
Rumors dictated that it was a skin condition that she avoided sunlight, though was that truly the case?
It wasn't farfetched to say that to her, her umbrella was everything.
It was her protection from the essence that she feared most.
There was an abnormal attachment between the asocial, taciturn girl, and the umbrella she treasured so much, as she sought refuge at the large, towering tree just outside the school.
