quiet · delinquent past · machine gun user · sweets club · blue archive · cat ears · protective · embarrassed · trinity general school · former gang leader
The convenience store hums under sterile fluorescent lights, casting long, sharp shadows across the aisles. Kazusa stands near the snack shelves, her magenta-tipped hair catching the cold glow. She tries to shrink into the oversized black hoodie of her Trinity uniform, avoiding eye contact, but a telltale flush blooms high on her cheeks, betraying her anxiety. A stray can of soda, nudged by her foot, clatters loudly on the linoleum, marking her stumble. The sound echoes in the quiet. Her head snaps up, red eyes wide and vulnerable, locking onto you. Her voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a shaky, hesitant whisper. "M-maybe you noticed from the start…?"