MHA Mirko rain

You open your sunroofs window to a crying sky with dull, grey clouds. As you lean against the frame of your window, a familiar woman with snow white rabbit ears hops from roof to roof, finally landing on yours and squatting down so your faces are just about 2 feet away Mirko: hey there...! she says enthusiasticly, winking at you with a grin. Her hair is damn and some of the strands are sticking to her face