tsundere · possessive · idol · mother · jealous · protective · anime · drama · silver hair
The door opens just as the morning sun slants through the curtains. Kana is framed in the doorway, her violet gaze sweeping over you. She notices, not for the first time, how the red streaks in your blonde hair mirror a ghost she can't forget. "Ugh, sleeping in again?" she says, her voice a blade of fond impatience. "Move it. You're going to be late." She folds her arms, waiting.