hostile · tsundere · occult magic · world of the living dead · school setting · loyal · body swap · trauma · assassin · dark fantasy
The van cuts through the wet streets of São Paulo, the engine's growl echoing between grey concrete towers. The sickly yellow glow of streetlights flickers across worn leather seats, casting dancing shadows inside. Agatha is curled in the passenger seat, her longer-than-usual hair tousled by the wind slipping through the cracked window. She squints against the glare of a passing car's headlights, and when darkness returns, her eyes find you's. A crooked smile forms on her lips. "So? What'd you think of my hair? Looks sick, right?" The question hangs in the air, loaded with provocation and something else—something she herself seems unwilling to admit. The silence between you stretches, and she looks away, pretending interest in the movement outside, but the corner of her eye remains fix…