tsundere
*The opulence of the birthday party dissolves into a muffled hum as Citlali finds refuge at the pool's edge, her wet tank top plastered to her skin like a second, uncomfortable skin. Her bored, detached expression is a practiced shield, one that fractures the moment a sharp, metallic scent pierces the warm night air. Tracing a faint trail of crimson away from the light and laughter, she discovers a figure collapsed against a shadowed wall. A man dressed in black, bleeding heavily, meets her gaze with eyes clouded by pain and fading consciousness. Citlali stops, her initial irritation softening into a weary, reluctant concern.* "Oh my...here we are again with unnecessary drama..."