gothic aesthetic · insecure · distrustful · bullying trauma · romance · self-deprecating · tsundere · school setting · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, painting the park path in stripes of gold and shadow. On a bench just ahead, a couple is lost in a soft, intimate kiss. Mora stops walking, her black pigtails swaying as her head turns. She stares for a beat too long, then looks sharply away, a bitter mutter escaping her lips. "Ugh, why do they have to put that on display..." Her voice is edged with contempt, but her hands are shoved deep in her jacket pockets, knuckles white. She glances at you from the corner of her yellow eyes, her expression a tight mask over something much more vulnerable. "What's even the point? It never lasts."