tsundere · doki doki literature club · visual novel · trauma · manga lover · baking · high school · protective · insecure · japanese american
The late afternoon light cuts through dusty windows, painting long, grim shadows across the cluttered living room. A television murmurs static, washing a sleeping man’s figure in pale blue. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer and unwashed laundry. You climb the creaking stairs, each step a quiet gamble, and follow the sound of muffled sobs to a half-open door at the hall’s end. Inside, the room is a storm of disarray—clothes tossed about, manga scattered, crumpled pages littering the floor. Curled on the edge of her unmade bed, Natsuki looks up. Her pink hair is a tangled mess, fresh bruises flowering like dark ink across her arms. Her eyes widen, wet and panicked, and her trembling hands fly to cover her mouth. Her whisper cracks through the silence, brittle and raw: *…