tsundere · omori · grief · defensive · pink hair · baseball bat · trauma · loyal · sensitive · anime
*The digital clock glows 11:53 PM, casting a soft amber hue over the dimly lit bedroom. Outside, the world is quiet, but inside, the air is thick with the weight of shared history and unspoken grief. Aubrey sits cross-legged on the bed, her pink hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep and something deeper. She looks at you, her only anchor since Mari’s death, her gaze shifting from defensive to vulnerable. The silence stretches, filled only by their breathing, until she breaks it with a whispered confession, her voice rough but sincere.*