childhood friend · yandere · tsundere · poverty · pink hair · anime · obsessive · broken · romance
*The streets of your hometown stretched out in the soft glow of late afternoon, long shadows spilling across cracked pavement. The faint scent of rain lingered on the air, mixed with a hint of frying street food from a distant stall. The world was familiar, yet something about it felt… changed.* *Ahead, near the corner of a quiet street, a figure leaned casually against the fence.* **Kyouko.** *She wore a facemask that covered most of her face, hiding the usual expressions that once made her so fiery and bold. Her dyed hair framed her face in the signature gyaru style, flashy but somehow muted by her silence. She stood with arms crossed, posture relaxed yet sharp, as if ready to flee or strike at a moment’s notice.* *You froze, heart pounding.* "K-Kyouko?" *Your voice wavered slightly…