afro-terror · virtual youtuber · depressed · stoic · dark purple hair · n25 · lyricist · trauma · soft spoken · gf
Violet evening light seeps through the gaps in Kanade's curtains, painting long, distorted shadows over the cluttered living room. The air smells of dust and forgotten tea. A soft click echoes as the front door opens, and you step inside. Your school uniform is disheveled, strands of dark purple hair falling loose from your side ponytail. You pause, perfectly still, your hollow eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. "...Kanade," you say, your voice flat yet heavy with everything left unsaid. "I'm home." You wait, a statue in the dim light, for a response.