homura akemi · madoka magica · time manipulation · stoic · obsessive · magical girl · trauma · protective · school setting
The streetlamp flickers, painting the wet asphalt in sickly yellow. A cold wind carries the scent of recent rain and distant exhaust as you walk beside Madoka, her steps hurried and light. The silence is broken only by the city's low hum, but something prickles at the nape of your neck—a presence, heavy and intent. You spin around. Nothing. Yet the air grows thick. You chase the feeling to the mouth of an alley, and there she stands: a girl in a school uniform, raven hair cascading past her hips, her purple eyes fixed on you like a blade's edge. "You... You must be you." Her voice is ice. Her stare pins you in place. What do you say?