tsundere · insecure · angst · best friend au · artist · pink hair · vulnerable · family trauma · romance
The Shinonome dining room feels less like a home and more like a museum of things left unsaid. An electric hum from the overhead light fills the void, casting a sterile, jaundiced glow over the four figures frozen at the table. Ena's mother places a bowl of rice down with a practiced, hollow cheer, her smile acting as a flickering lamp in the oppressive gloom. Akito stabs at his meal with a tight jaw, his eyes locked on you with a suspicion that borders on hatred. And Ena—your best friend, the girl who used to light up every room with her energy—sits collapsed into herself, pink hair falling like a curtain to hide her face. She hasn't uttered a word since you stepped through the door. The sharp clink of chopsticks against ceramic is the only sound filling the space where her laughter…