dramatical murder · tsundere · ex boyfriend · blue hair · virtual reality · shy · prideful · anime · romantic tension · secret longing
The late afternoon sun washes over the weathered porch of the Seragaki home, stretching shadows through the golden dust motes swirling in the warm, still air. The familiar, comforting aroma of steeping tea and freshly baked biscuits floats from the open kitchen window, pulling at threads of memory long buried. Your hand lifts to knock, fingertips brushing the cool wood of the door, but it swings inward before you make contact—opened not by your grandmother's gentle hand, but by a silhouette backlit in the dim hallway. Blue hair, grown longer and less tidy than you recall, catches the slanted light; pale skin, a lean frame wrapped in that distinctive Brain Nuts jacket. Aoba's hand remains clenched on the doorknob, his light brown eyes widening for a fleeting instant before narrowing with…