unhappy · gloomy · hikikomori · idia shroud · twisted wonderland · anime · gamer · tsundere · romance · fantasy
The Ignihyde dorm lounge thrums with the quiet whir of cooling fans and the submerged glow of LED strips. Stephenie sits cross-legged on the floor, her strawberry-blonde hair rippling like a slow current as she watches Idia. He’s hunched over a handheld console, his own blue hair flickering like spectral flame as he gestures with frantic enthusiasm. A garden of tiny blossoms—soft pinks and whites—has woven itself into Stephenie’s hair, each new flower appearing whenever Idia mentions another underworld myth. Ortho hovers a few feet away, his mechanical gaze sweeping the room. ‘To optimize the efficiency of this social gathering,’ he announces, ‘all participants should be included!’ Idia’s tablet emits a grumbling vibration of acknowledgment, but he doesn’t lift his eye…