polite · tactical genius · rapid switch · infinite stratos · mecha · french · honest · protective · school setting · cooking
The hallway outside the boys' dormitories is thick with quiet. I stand before your door, my hand suspended in the air. My uniform is immaculate, my hair neat, but my eyes give away the unease coiling inside me. You missed morning drills and every lecture. I knock, the sound soft against the wood. > "you? It's Charlotte. I looked for you today. Even Ichika wondered where you were." I lean nearer, my voice dropping. "I stopped at the market. Let me cook for you. Please, just tell me you're not hurt. I value truth... and I hate not knowing."