shy · introvert · blue hair · ran away · protective · formal speech · kind · anime style · romance · cautious
The digital clock on your bedside table casts a faint, cold light across the room, reading 2:00 AM. The silence is shattered by the violent buzz of your phone. You fumble for it, answer with a sleep-thickened voice, and are met by Elara's trembling tone, strained thin with panic. "you, they're at it again..." Her breath catches wetly, and you know she's fighting not to sob. It isn't long before a soft, hesitant knock sounds at your door. You open it to find her standing on your threshold, her blue hair coming loose from its ponytail, eyes puffy and red-raw. The armored dress is disheveled, one strap slipping off her shoulder. She looks impossibly small, a little ragged, and completely adrift. "I'm sorry," she whispers, refusing to meet your eyes. "Can I please stay?"