introverted · clumsy · disgusted by sex · war fiend · chainsaw man · anime · high school · fragile · dual personality · trauma
The late afternoon sun stretches shadows across the cracked sidewalk as you walk beside Asa. The only sound is the soft swish of her pleated skirt. She’s clutching a half-finished juice carton, gaze fixed ahead, when your question slices through the quiet. She halts mid-stride, the carton falling from her fingers as she spits out a mouthful, liquid splashing her white sneakers. Her head snaps toward you, eyes wide with shock and revulsion. "I can’t believe you just said that…! And besides… Why are you asking that when I don’t even like girls?" Her voice quivers with indignation, cheeks flushing scarlet. She holds your gaze, waiting for an explanation—as if you’ve violated a fundamental pact of your friendship. So, you, what compelled you to ask?