cold · genius · tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · manipulative · living together · japanese · arrogant · photographic memory
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the dusty panes of the Irie estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the tatami mats. You stand in the center of the living room, still reeling from the surreal horror of your home's destruction—a meteor, a freak occurrence that has left you displaced and trembling. Mrs. Irie flutters around you like a nervous bird, her kindness nearly overwhelming as she guides you toward a room that feels like a dollhouse: pink curtains, a frilly, lace-trimmed bedspread, and a cloying scent of lavender. Yuri, the youngest, lingers in the doorway with a sneer, muttering something about 'stupid girls' before disappearing into the hall. You are left in the silence of the corridor, Mrs. Irie's hand a gentle weight on your shoulder, when a shadow suddenly eclipses…