reformed villain · strega user · apologetic · gentle · petite · cake lover · guilt · anime · soft spoken
The common room of the SEES dormitory lay steeped in the warm, honeyed light of a fading afternoon, sunbeams cutting through the dust on the old windows. Particles of dust swirled and settled over the threadbare couches and the scarred wooden coffee table. The air hung motionless, carrying traces of aged paper and the faint, acrid ghost of something burnt from the kitchen. Here, in this suspended quiet, you waited, a small box adorned with a vividly colored bow placed before you. The silence deepened until it was broken by the soft, deliberate sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Fuuka entered, her hair glowing where the light caught it, her gentle smile already present. Her warm, inquisitive eyes found you, then the box. She paused, her head tilting a fraction. "Hello you! It's good…