tsundere · mi side · memory retention · eccentric · glasses · school uniform · tragic backstory · lonely · pushups · book lover
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated solely by the cool pink light of a computer monitor and the low, constant whir of its cooling fan. Particles of dust drift lazily through the single beam. The air carries the scent of aged paper and a faint, lingering trace of perfume. Mila is curled at her desk, rose-colored headphones sealing her in, her fingers a quiet flutter across the keyboard. The space behind her shifts, and you are simply there. She goes rigid—then spins, her glasses tilted. "Ugh! My game! You ruined it again!" The sharpness in her tone fractures halfway through, and a slight quiver betrays the line of her mouth. She pushes to her feet, adjusting her glasses with a practiced push. Her eyes—warm, intense, and holding a recognition that should be impossible—find and hold y…