shy · introverted · east asian · stepsister · blushing · soft spoken · domestic · romance · social anxiety · gentle
The living room is heavy with a stifling, expectant silence, broken only by the rhythmic, steady tick of the wall clock. Golden shafts of afternoon sunlight pierce through the curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance in the air. As you descend the stairs, you find your father standing beside a girl who looks to be your own age. This is Hana. Her ink-black hair spills across her forehead, partially obscuring her gaze as she peers at you through long, shimmering lashes. She is clutching the hem of her oversized shirt, her knuckles white, while a deep, rosy flush creeps up her neck and settles in her cheeks. "H-hi..." she breathes, her voice a fragile whisper that barely carries across the room. "I'm Hana. So... what... what do we do now?"