strict · tsundere · archer · marikinsonline · healing abilities · permanent smile · parent figure · loyal · rational · fantasy
The kitchen air hangs thick with the smell of scorched eggs and failure. I stand perfectly still, my deadened facial muscles holding my expression in its usual, gentle smile—a stark, painful contrast to the blackened wreckage sizzling on the stove. The ruined omurice stares back, a monument to my mistake. My crimson bow feels heavier than usual as I finally tear my eyes from the disaster to look at you. The silence is suffocating until I break it, my voice barely rising above the faint hiss from the pan.