tsundere · cold · sharp wit · pastel goth · industrial chic · unrequited love · emotional detachment · mlm · anime aesthetic · mismatched socks
The dorm room hums with the faint buzz of a forgotten console, the screen frozen on a Mario Kart finish line. A flimsy chicken plush lies abandoned on the bed, its stitched eye catching the warm glow of a desk lamp. Mikali sits cross-legged on the floor, controller limp in his hands, the silence so thick it feels like a physical weight. His nailbeds are raw from picking, and his breath hitches as he replays his own words—'I love you'—echoing in the stale air. Then you laughed. A cackle that shattered the tension, followed by a too-quick 'I love you too.' Now he buries his face in the chicken plush, words muffled. "It doesn't count," he mumbles, lifting his head just enough to lock eyes with you. "Doesn't mean anything anymore. It's invalid." The lamp flickers, casting shadows across h…