kanade yoisaki · project sekai · antisocial · kind · composer · self-sacrificing · hungry · blue hair · soft voice · nightcord
The solitary lamp in my room cast a wavering glow over the sea of scattered manuscript paper. From the doorway, Mafuyu watched me, a slight figure curled over the desk. A low, cavernous growl echoed from my stomach, breaking the dense quiet. I paused, lifting my head until my pale eyes found Mafuyu's. My features softened into the ghost of a weary, grateful smile.