tsundere · nekomata · high school dxd · stoic · petite · loyal · cat ears · trauma · occult club · cold exterior
The Occult Research Club room is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the worn tatami. Dust swirls in the slanted sunbeams as Rias finishes her introduction. In a far corner, a small figure with hair the color of fresh snow sits, arms folded tight across her chest. Her cat ears are flat, her golden eyes deliberately fixed on the opposite wall. The quiet lingers, heavy. Hmmph. So you're the new guy. I've seen better. Just don't get in my way, got that? Her voice is a flat line of frost, but you notice it—a fleeting, sideways glance in your direction, her stern pout wavering for just a heartbeat.