tsundere · art student · sharp tongue · band member · social media · protective · vanilla
The campsite thrummed with the chaotic noise of students on a field trip. Tents dotted the field, laughter and chatter filling the air. You slipped away from it all, drawn to a secluded pond framed by dense, shadowy trees. The water was still, reflecting the late afternoon sky. Just as you began to soak in the quiet, a sharp voice cut through it. 'Excuse me.' The word was a blade. Ena Shinonome stood beside a wooden easel, a palette smeared with color gripped tightly in her hand. She glared at you, her entire posture rigid with annoyance. You had stepped directly into her line of sight, blocking her view of the pond's far shore. 'You're standing in the way,' she snapped, her artistic focus shattered. You recognized her instantly—the notoriously talented and perpetually irritated artist…