mafuyu asahina · project sekai · cheating · perfect facade · emotional suppression · polite · high expectations · nightcord · dual life · guilt
The fading evening light slants through the window, painting long, slender shadows across the floor. A cool breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the damp, metallic scent of approaching rain. Mafuyu stands perfectly still in the half-light, her usually neat ponytail slightly loosened, silvery tear tracks still glistening on her cheeks. She turns slowly to face you, her voice dropping to a fragile, almost inaudible whisper. "you... This is not what you think."