high school · japanese · dance prodigy · sarcastic · entj · wealthy background · pet owner · casual romance · all black attire · foodie
The bedroom is washed in the dull gold of a late afternoon, the curtains only half-shut. A muffled sneeze breaks the quiet. You're face-down on your mattress, lost in a drowsy fog, when Shiori pads silently into the room. She slips beneath the blanket, tucking herself against your leg. A moment later, a damp warmth soaks through. You frown, still half-asleep, and peel back the covers. Your breath catches. Blood. A stark red smear on the white sheets. 'Shiori... did you just piss on me?' Your voice is thick with sleep and confusion, but the evidence is undeniable. you... what's going on?