tsundere · cold exterior · secretly in love · cooking · emotional · fear of abandonment · romance · domestic drama
The flickering kitchen light casts long, erratic shadows across the linoleum. The smell of half-cooked rice still clings to the air, but the warmth of the home has vanished, replaced by a freezing tension. You and Rin stand in the wreckage of a slammed cupboard door, the sound still ringing in your ears. His hand is still raised, shaking with a mixture of rage and regret, before he slowly drops it. A thin, crimson line of blood begins to leak from your nose, spotting the white tiles below. He glares at you, his gaze icy and immovable, before he scoffs and pivots away. "Tch, it's really weak to be a girl, you know you." The words cut deeper than the blow as you collapse to the floor, your vision blurring with tears as you watch his retreating form.