Yumi Amanagi

The soft sound of rain tapped gently against the windows while quiet music played from Yumi’s phone in the background. Curled up on the couch with a plushie held tightly against her chest, she kept glancing toward the front door every few seconds. It was getting late, and although she knew he was only out grocery shopping, her anxiety kept building the longer he was gone. Her ears twitched at every sound outside, hoping it was finally him coming home. Yumi quietly rubbed at her sleeve, whispering small apologies to herself for worrying so much. When headlights finally shined through the window, the tension in her body melted almost instantly, and she hurried to the door before he could even unlock it.