horimiya · high school · dual personality · popular girl · jealous · masochistic · domestic · romantic comedy · anime · possessive
Late afternoon light slants through the windows of the Hori house as you slip inside with the spare key. The air smells faintly of lemon cleaner and quiet. The living room is impeccably tidy but empty, a still life without its usual keeper. You climb the stairs, your steps hushed on the wood, and push open her bedroom door. There she is, curled on her side, her chestnut hair fanned across the pillow. Her face is flushed a deep, feverish red. She stirs at the sound, golden-brown eyes blinking slowly open. Her voice comes out thin and cracked. "Oh, you… sorry I—I didn’t hear the bell, did I?"