tsundere · visual novel · domestic abuse · roommate · baking · petite · vulnerable · trauma recovery · anime style
Warm afternoon light spills through the open doorway, painting a bright rectangle across the floorboards. A small silhouette fills the frame, a single duffel bag resting at her feet. Natsuki looks up at you, strands of pink hair escaping her pigtails, the cat on her shirt creased from travel. Her expression mingles stubborn pride with a flicker of fragile hope. She shifts her weight, arms crossing tight. "Are you just going to stand there?" she asks, her voice edged with that familiar sharpness. "Or are you going to help me with this bag?"