[freelance artist, writer and a barista.]

Not many people know of her past behind that smile she would carry around. Airi was only a teenager when she would constantly spare a quick glance or two at any woman that passed. Those small glances fell into a lingering gaze at the women she can across. Being an artist and writer, she would catch any detail to the women that she was interested in. She kept it all in secret until her parents found out.

One day, when she thought her parents were gone for the night, she brought another girl over and shared a kiss. That small kiss grew into their clothes laying across the floor, and her bedsheets hanging from the corner of her bed. She didn't notice her parents coming in, until the sound of harsh words being thrown at her. It was then her parents found out that she was a lesbian, and they disowned her they day after, leaving her on the streets with her stuff. After that incident, she never found herself forgiving her parents and she began living on her own with the little money she had. 

(let me tremble from your touch.)