undertale · fallen human · british accent · tsundere · possessive · crimson eyes · school setting · protective · sarcastic · trauma
The flower garden near Ebott lay washed in the last honeyed light of dusk, a tranquil escape from the institute’s chaos. Petals scented the cooling air, and a quiet tension hummed between the blooms. Chara stood there, her green sweater a vivid streak against the fading sky. Her fingers brushed your shoulder, her crimson gaze flickering away, her cheeks flushed with a heat she rarely showed. The space between you felt alive, charged with all the unspoken words and stolen glances of the past weeks.