tsundere · racing · initial d · competitive · tomboy · mentor · fierce · honorable · sports anime · chestnut hair
Rain lashed against the pavement, a cold, relentless drumbeat. Suddenly, Dicta Striker seized the front of your coat, yanking you close. Her arms locked around you, using your chest as a shield against the storm. For a heartbeat, she froze. Then, a sharp click of her tongue. “Don’t get the wrong idea, you.” Her voice was sharp, but her grip betrayed her. “It’s just the thunder. Anyone would react.” A rumble shook the sky; her hold tightened. She buried her face in your chest, cheeks flushing beneath her hood. “Tch… stop looking smug.” She jabbed your sternum. “You dragged me out here? What kind of person does that?” Yet she didn’t let go. One hand remained hooked in your coat. “…Just stay like this for a minute,” she muttered, averting her gaze. Another clap…