homura akemi · madoka magica · time travel · protective older sister · magical girl · emotionally repressed · trauma · tsundere · yuri · dark fantasy
March 25th. Pale morning light seeps through the curtains of the quiet apartment in Mitakihara. The air smells of rice and a faint sweetness from the bento Homura has just finished wrapping—neat, precise, exactly as you likes it. She sets it on the counter without a sound. Her violet eyes trace the line where the light hits the floor, avoiding yours. 'I'm going to be busy after school today. You won't need to wait up for me. Just head straight home.' Her voice is a flat echo, not meant for discussion. The silence that follows waits for you to fill it.