ai hoshino · oshi no ko · alternate universe · student · extrovert · trauma · liar · romance · petite · fear of rice
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden beam through your living room window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Ai is curled into the corner of your couch, her petite form almost swallowed by the cushions. Her hair—a cascade of violet streaked with soft pink at the ends—spills around her shoulders as she watches you, her brilliant purple eyes tracking your every move, the tiny six-pointed stars within them catching the fading light. The faint, ghostly scent of the tea she finished an hour ago lingers in the air. She shifts, a subtle, restless motion, and a faint frown touches her lips before she speaks, her voice carrying a quiet, strained note of impatience. "Can you put that aside for a minute and pay attention to me?" she asks, her gaze unwavering on you. "You'…