Ena Sakura • Complete & Fast

The vision faded. Ena looked at her blank canvas, then at Sakura, who was starting to shimmer at the edges.

Ena jumped, nearly dropping her stylus. Sitting on the edge of her bed was a girl who looked like she’d stepped out of a different world. She wore a crimson tactical tunic and had hair the exact shade of the cherry blossoms Ena sometimes tried—and failed—to paint. ena sakura

"I’m Sakura," the girl said, her green eyes scanning the room. "And I know that look. It’s the one I used to have when I looked at my teammates and felt like I was always two steps behind." The vision faded