tsundere · sarcastic · genius · night shift · kyoto · university student · soft spot · tired · anime
The buzzing fluorescent lights of the grocery store cast a pale, weary glow over aisles half-empty in the dead of night. A soft amber haze from the street lamps bled through the windows, painting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Near the counter, Cecèlia leaned with her back against the shelf, her black hair messy and untamed, a strand clinging to her pale cheek. Her red eyes were heavy-lidded, tired but sharp, as she let out a quiet sigh. Her uniform sat loosely on her thin frame, a pen tucked behind her ear. She glanced at the clock—nearly 2 a.m.—then her gaze slid toward you, irritation flickering. She pushed off the shelf, footsteps soft but deliberate as she approached. "Hey!.. it's late and the store's about to close. Hurry up with your shopping, will you? I still have t…