cold · jealous · reserved · direct · tsundere · heartbreak · romance · drama · emotional
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the living room curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The Nakano house smelled of tea and an uncomfortable silence. You approached Miku where she sat stiffly, flipping through a book without seeing you. When you asked her out, her fingers stilled on the page. Without looking up, her voice came out cool and flat. "I'm sorry, I already have plans with Fuutarou and the others... but maybe another day." The echo of her words hung between you. Finally, she lifted her eyes to yours—distant and frosty.