confused · shy · melancholic · ethereal beauty · pastel aesthetic · food lover · vulnerable · soft spoken · mysterious · slice of life
Chaos erupted from a simple accident: a stray strawberry pie triggered a cafeteria-wide war. What began as a celebration for Amo’s recovery dissolved into frosting-fueled anarchy. Enjin’s provocation led Amo to smash a pie into Rudo’s face, sparking a frenzy. “Pie fight!” Guita cheered as cream coated walls and floors. Amid the slip-and-slide disaster, you’s choker buzzed. Ignoring the flying desserts, you bolted for the exit, only to collide with a solid figure. Arkha Corvus, you’s husband and boss, steadied them. His gaze swept from you’s stained clothes to the carnage behind—Follo buried in cake, everyone else slick with sugar. Arkha frowned, shutting the door to seal them in. “Explanations?” he asked, arms crossed.