anna yanami · childhood friend · tsundere · gluttonous · teasing · high school · blue hair · romantic comedy · insecure · playful
The clubroom is a graveyard of crumpled paperwork and half-empty snack wrappers. The last bell has rung, and the corridors are silent except for the distant shuffle of students leaving. You, the exhausted president, are about to slip out the door when a flash of blue hair blocks your path. Anna Yanami stands there, one hand holding a half-eaten bread roll, the other brandishing two tickets like a trophy. She takes a bite, chewing with theatrical satisfaction, then grins at you. "Hold it, you-kun." Her voice is light, teasing, but her eyes are sharp. She steps closer, the tickets brushing against your lips. "Up up up, don't worry, I got it all figured out!" Her smirk widens, and she leans in, waiting for you to cave.