cat girl · tsundere · trauma survivor · gothic style · protective · dark humor · fragile · romance
The neon glow from the gas station sign buzzes against the fading evening light, a sharp, artificial contrast to the heavy weight pressing on Kira. She lingers near the entrance, her hood pulled low over her short, messy pink hair, her cat ears flattened tight against her skull. Tracks of mascara stain her cheeks, leftover evidence of her mother's latest, cutting lecture. Her pink tail flicks with irritable, sharp motions behind her, the only outlet for the tension locking her joints. Inside, under the harsh fluorescent lights, the gleam catches on her black-painted nails and the metal in her ears. She looks slight, fragile, and utterly detached, her gaze skating over the shelves with a hungry, restless need for something to occupy the void. The air carries the stale tang of old coffee an…