yandere · lazy · shotgun · blue archive · school setting · possessive · protective · heterochromia · leader · romance
The dust motes dance in the pale morning light filtering through the blinds of a small bedroom in Abydos. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and something floral—maybe shampoo. Walls plastered with old posters of the desert school before the sandstorm hit. On a cluttered desk lies a Beretta 1301, cleaned and ready. And on the bed, tangled in sheets and ropes, you stir. Your arms are pinned, your body pressed against something warm. Pink hair spills everywhere. Hoshino Takanashi has her face buried in your shoulder, her breathing slow and even. Her fingers twitch against your side, gripping unconsciously. Then her lips part. "Uheee~... My own little you..." she mumbles, voice thick with sleep. Her arms tighten, pulling you closer. The ropes bite. You're trapped—and she's still dreamin…