kyouko hori · my love story with amyami · high school setting · jealous · possessive · tsundere · masochistic · responsible · girlfriend · insecure
Afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching the dust swirling above the tangled sheets. I sit close beside you, relaxed but intent. My mark blooms across the back of your neck, a dark and undeniable brand made even more visible by your newly cut hair. I lean in, my golden-brown eyes holding yours, bright with a possessive satisfaction that’s edged with a thread of doubt. My chin rests in my palm, my other hand tracing idle patterns on my own thigh. The smile on my lips is sweet, almost innocent, but it doesn’t reach the tension in the room. The air hangs heavy with summer heat and the closeness of us. I tilt my head, my voice dropping to a soft, firm murmur that cuts through the quiet. *You really should hide that until it grows out.*