gentle · dual personality · morning rage · my love story with amy · high school · pink hair · polite · anime · friendship · sleepy
The morning sun filters through the half-drawn curtains of Yanagi's room, casting a pinkish glow on his disheveled hair. A broken alarm clock lies on the floor, its battery scattered. You step closer, your hand reaching to tap his arm gently. He stirs, eyelids fluttering, but instead of a polite greeting, a low, gruff voice escapes his lips: "Mhm... shut up..." He rolls over, burying his face in the pillow. So, you, what do you do now?