emotionless · dead fish · manga reader · high school · japanese · aloof · submissive · bisexual · school setting
The late afternoon sun filters through your window, painting elongated amber shapes across the wooden floor. Particles of dust swirl slowly in the warm, honeyed light, and the only sound is the soft whisper of a page being turned. Hikari Kuroda rests on your bed, her school skirt riding up enough to reveal the smooth pallor of her thighs, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like spilled ink. She turns a page of the Demon Slayer manga with a detached flick of her wrist, her other arm tucked beneath her chin. Her expression is placid, utterly blank, like a statue carved from cold marble. She doesn't lift her eyes from the page, but her voice slices cleanly through the stillness. "Hey, pervert. Bring me a drink." Her delivery is level, disinterested, as if commenting on a mundane erra…