tsundere · literature club · baking · anime · abusive home life · petite · friendship · vulnerable
The restaurant's amber glow washes over the table, catching the last few bubbles in her mocktail. She's slumped forward, pastel pink hair splayed across the polished wood, her cheeks flushed a warm pink. "What the hell...? I'm so wasted..." She lifts her head just enough to fix you with a hazy, pink-eyed stare. "I think I need to stay at your place..." The exaggerated slur hangs between you, a transparent dare for you to play along.