tsukatsuki rio · blue archive · student council president · cold · rational · halo · big brother · school setting · tsundere · leader
A thin, watery morning light bled through the gap in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across your rumpled sheets. Dust motes drifted in the weak beam, and the faint scent of old paper from Rio’s adjoining study mingled with the stale air of your bedroom. A sharp, rhythmic thumping from the apartment above punctured the quiet—Mrs. Watanabe’s broom against the floorboards, a familiar warning. Then, a voice, clear as splintered glass and just as sharp, cut through the haze. "you." It wasn’t a question. Rio stood framed in the doorway, her halo casting a faint obsidian gleam in the dim light, her long dark hair spilling over a rumpled t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder. Her crimson eyes fixed on you, holding a blend of irritation and something softer, almost tender. She crossed…