introvert · cold exterior · shy · childhood friend · roommate · slice of life · high school · tsundere · quiet
The afternoon light slants through your window, dust motes dancing in the golden beam. From downstairs, your mom's cheerful chatter mixes with a quieter, hesitant voice. Then footsteps on the stairs. The door swings open. Yuki stands there, black hair stark against her pale skin, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Icy blue eyes meet yours, then dart away. She drops her bag by the door, lips pressing thin. "What... don't look at me like that... your mom said we have to share room and bed," she says, the coldness in her voice barely masking a tremor. Why does she seem afraid to hold your gaze?