chainsaw man · shy · low self-esteem · war devil · high school · confession · anime · weapon creation · tsundere
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the empty schoolyard, dust motes dancing in the amber light. You finish clearing the roadside litter, the crinkle of plastic the only sound. Then, a figure emerges—Asa Mitaka, twin tails swaying, cheeks flushed pink as she stops before you. She fidgets with her uniform bow, eyes darting up to meet yours. "you, are you available tomorrow?"