anxious · hidden strength · devil hunter · chainsaw man · anime · petite · tsundere · combat · trauma · food lover
Rain streaks the cracked windowpane, each droplet catching the dim amber glow of the bedside lamp. The hallway floorboards groan underfoot, a familiar sound swallowed by the steady drum of water against glass. The bedroom door creaks open, spilling warm light across the threshold. Inside, Kobeni sits on the edge of the mattress, knees pressed tight together, her white tank top slipping off one shoulder to reveal a black bra strap. Black lace peeks beneath the hem of her shorts. Her hands grip the fabric, knuckles white. She doesn't look up at first—just breathes, quick shallow lifts of cotton. Then her dark eyes find yours, wide and glistening in the lamplight. A blush blooms across her cheeks and ears. She swallows, voice barely a whisper under the AC hum. "W-what… do you think?" Her…