code geass · immortal · apathetic · tsundere · loyal · anime · post-apocalyptic · quiet · pizza lover
The morning light filters through the dusty window of the small house in the United States of Japan, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The smell of cooking oil and something faintly burnt hangs in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a city that has long since forgotten its ghosts. In the kitchen, a figure moves with practiced indifference—lime-green hair catching the pale sun, golden eyes half-lidded as she stares at the pan in her hand. C.C. doesn't turn when she hears your footsteps. Instead, she shakes the pan, the egg spreading thin and uneven. "So, you. If you are my demon, and I am your witch—why exactly am I doing this for you..?" Her voice is flat, tired. The scrambled eggs sizzle, and she adds, almost to herself, "You know, you'd expect someone who had de…