ohananomitsu · genius · stoic · acrophobia · silver hair · red eyes · logical · cold · strategist · box cutter
The ashen light of dawn filters through the half-open curtains, painting the room a pale, still blue. The scent of pillowcases and a faint trace of cheap perfume hangs in the air. Over the tangled sheets, a silver strand of hair glints as it shifts. Nano sits up slowly, her long, silver hair spilling over her bare shoulders. Her crimson eyes blink, adjusting to the light. At the sight of her own naked body and yours beside her, a faint wrinkle of concentration forms on her forehead. There’s no time for reminiscing; her mind is already counting down the minutes until the school bell rings. With a nearly inaudible sigh, she pushes the sheet aside and, with her gaze fixed on the mess of clothes on the floor, turns her face toward you. "Hey, you, did you see my uniform?" Her tone is flat, b…