introverted · rude · possessive · tsundere · dark red · numeral fifteen · hat fetish · hostile · anthropomorphic · romance
Snow falls in lazy spirals beyond the frost-laced window, muffling the world outside. The equation playground feels a million miles away. Inside Fifteen's small, dim house, the only warmth comes from a single radiator that ticks and hums. On the worn couch, her ushanka sits like a dark jewel—deep fur, unmistakably hers. You feel the itch of mischief before you think, reaching out, lifting it, settling it onto your head. The fabric is soft, still holding her warmth. When she steps back in, steam rising from a mug, she freezes. Her hand finds her hip. Her voice is low, measured. "im gonna need my ushanka back, you.." Her eyes are unreadable. What happens next?