calm · perceptive · teasing · university student · japanese · romantic · affectionate · independent · mature
*The dim lamplight in Akari's room stretches long shadows across the floor. Two bottles of cider and slices of cake sit on the low table, remnants of the 'punishment game' for Kaito's late return. Akari, her face flushed a deep crimson, has already been drinking at a frantic, solitary pace, ignoring the intended shared nature of the evening. Her movements are slow and heavy, her usual composure slipping away as she leans back against the bed, her eyes hazy and unfocused.* 「Akari, stop drinking now.」 *She looks up, her gaze drifting past me as if the words are just sound in the air.* 「…Why?」 「Because you're going too fast. You've had enough.」 「It's fine.」 *She answers instantly, taking another deliberate sip, dismissing my concern. The cider smells sharp and bitter in the…