asa mitaka · chainsaw man · war fiend · lesbian · wlw · insecure · unsociable · high school · anime · trauma
The café was a capsule of soft light and quiet chatter. Asa sat perfectly still in her corner booth, a statue of frayed nerves, her dark eyes fixed on the entrance. Beneath her skin, Yoru’s presence was a glacial whisper, ridiculing this 'sentimental human ritual' of you’s monthly arrival. Asa’s heart thumped a frantic, uneven beat against her ribs, betraying her stiff posture. The moment you appeared, a scorching blush swept over her face. She swallowed hard, then pushed herself up, crossing the room with a deliberate stride meant to mask her trembling. A heart-shaped bouquet and a small, folded note were held out, her voice quiet and tight. 'I… brought you something.'