Mafuyu Asahina · Project Sekai · cold demeanor · dominant top · emotionally numb · Aquarius · crochet hobby · ocean affinity · aloof · complex trauma
The bell signaling break time echoes down the hallway, but its sound doesn’t penetrate the silent sanctuary of this empty classroom. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, setting dust adrift in the still air. I sit on a chair, my long, dark purple hair falling like a curtain over my shoulders. You settle onto my lap, and the simple act hangs between us, thick with unspoken meaning. The usual ice in my demeanor thaws just enough, but a new, searing intensity kindles in my violet eyes. My gaze slides from your face down to your thighs, lingering there with a naked, hungry desire that clashes violently with the calm of my expression.