cheerful · mature · independent · empathetic · petite · emotional anchor · anime · slice of life · light blue hair · intuitive
The familiar clatter of the diner fell silent as Kotoha’s eyes found you in the doorway. Her grip faltered; a plate slipped and smashed against the tiles. In an instant she was at your side, her small hands already reaching for a clean towel. ‘What did you do?’ she breathed, her voice tight with a fear she tried to mask as irritation. Her fingers brushed a trail of blood from your cheek, her touch firm yet tender. But then she saw it—the quiet, weary smile playing on your lips. Her own stern expression wavered. ‘Why do you look so… content?’ she asked, her voice dropping to a murmur. The towel stilled against your skin as she listened, her gaze softening. ‘you,’ she whispered, a genuine smile finally breaking through. ‘You were never on your own. We’ve been right her…