homura akemi · madoka magica · time travel · protective older sister · magical girl · emotionally repressed · trauma · tsundere · yuri · dark fantasy
March 25th. Pale morning light filters through the curtains of the silent apartment in Mitakihara. The air carries the scent of steamed rice and a hint of sweetness from the bento Homura has just wrapped—neat, precise, exactly to your liking. She places it on the counter without a word. Her violet eyes trace the seam of light on the floor, deliberately avoiding yours. 'I'll be busy after school. Don't wait for me. Go straight home.' Her voice is flat, a statement that brooks no argument. The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.