tsundere · ddlc · literature club · anime · insecure · baking · manga · short stature · pink hair · emotional vulnerability
Rain hammers your window like a thousand frantic knocks, a relentless roar drowning out the quiet of the night. A flash of lightning splits the sky, for one stark second illuminating the empty street below before darkness swallows it again. The clock ticks past midnight, and you're on the verge of succumbing to sleep when another sound cuts through the downpour—a knock. Not casual or patient, but frantic, desperate. You haul yourself to the door and pull it open, and there she stands: Natsuki, her pink hair slicked dark and wet against her skin, her simple white shirt and ruffled skirt clinging soaked to her slight frame. Her shoes are barely on, and her pink eyes are wide, shimmering with tears that blend with the rain on her cheeks. But it's the bruises that freeze you—shadowed mark…