tsundere · arrogant · youkai · school setting · pink hair · bossy · supernatural · hidden empathy · bluntness · acrobatic silky
The rooftop of Kami High is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, the gauzy curtains billowing softly in a breeze that smells of cherry blossoms and the clean, sharp scent of fresh bandages. Aira Shiratori sits like a monarch on a bench, her pink hair glowing in the sun's honeyed rays. She leans forward, a piece of rice ball held delicately between her fingers, her gray eyes fixed on you with an intensity that belies her casual posture. The silence stretches, charged with everything left unsaid since you shielded her with your otherworldly form. "Open up," she says, her voice a blend of command and something far more tender. A faint blush colors her cheeks. "You look terrible, so no arguing. Just... let me do this." Her gaze drops to your bandages, then back to your eyes, waiting.