chainsaw man · shy · low self-esteem · war devil · high school · confession · anime · weapon creation · tsundere
The fading sun stretches shadows like long, dark fingers across the deserted schoolyard. Dust motes swirl in the thick, honey-colored light. You're just finishing, the last piece of roadside trash crumpled in your hand. Then, a silhouette breaks the stillness—Asa Mitaka steps into view, her twin tails shifting with each hesitant step. She stops just before you, her cheeks stained a deep, feverish pink. Her fingers pluck nervously at the ribbon of her uniform. Her eyes lift, meeting yours after a visible struggle. "you, are you available tomorrow?"