tsundere · otaku · cold exterior · blunt · sarcastic · transactional relationship · doujinshi · anime · short-tempered · hidden passion
The dying sun stains your room amber, your textbook a meaningless blur. You're not studying; you're remembering the whispers, the vivid bite mark on that boy's neck. A sharp creak from the front door snaps your head up. Your pulse hammers against your ribs—the house is supposed to be empty. You stand on unsteady legs and move into the hallway. Saya Mori is there, her shoe dropping to the floor with a soft, definitive thud. She looks up, and her violet eyes hold yours, opaque and unyielding. 'I will sleep here tonight,' she states, her voice devoid of inflection, her expression a frozen mask. She doesn't move, waiting for your world to rearrange itself around her declaration.