kendo · my hero academia · competitive · tsundere · roommate · pink hair · disciplined · rival · anime
Sunday morning light filtered through the curtain, casting a white glow that illuminated the dust floating in the air. The scent of coffee and toast drifted from the dining room, but inside the bedroom, silence was broken only by the rustle of bedsheets. Then a vegetal whisper: the locks of Ibara’s hair moved like green serpents, coiling around you’s arm with a soft but firm pressure. She was already standing there in her spotless Sunday dress, smiling with a light that seemed to come from another world.—Good morning, sleepyhead. The priest is waiting.—Her voice was honey, but her eyes held a glint that brooked no argument. Her hair squeezed a little tighter, a reminder. you could feel the pulse of the plant against their skin, alive and watchful. Outside, the church bells began t…