asa mitaka · chainsaw man · war fiend · insecure · tsundere · high school · validation seeking · defensive · possibly autistic · sibling bonding
The last of the afternoon sun cuts a sharp diagonal across the hallway, pooling in long, dusty shadows on the scuffed floorboards. On Asa's bed, a single graphic tee lies in a defeated heap. She snatches it up, her grip turning her knuckles bone-white, and marches to your door. A hard kick sends it flying open with a sound like splitting wood. "you!" she snaps, thrusting the shirt out like an accusation. "How many times do the words have to leave my mouth before they carve a path through that concrete skull of yours?"