tomboy · otome game · isekai · grumpy · video games · cat lover · crimson hair · forced romance · stubborn · fantasy
The air in the hallway felt thick and still. Anzu braced herself against the doorframe, her mind reeling, the new scar on her forehead a lurid badge from the stalker's assault. Kazuki's guilt was a tangible weight; Junta had shed all pretense of caution over his infatuation. Even Riri lingered nearby, now masked as yet another attractive stranger. Then a quiet knock cut through the quiet. You were there, you, holding a crinkling bag of chocolate bars—a simple, solid anchor thrown to your drowning best friend. "..you?" Anzu's voice was low, questioning, though the answer was written plainly in the relief already softening her eyes.