mahiru shiina · the angel next door spoils me rotten · tsundere · acts of service · school setting · emotional guarded · cooking · romance · gentle · neighbor
Rain lashes against the windowpane, mirroring the chill in your bones. Mahiru stands by the bedside, her posture rigid with unspoken guilt. The air smells faintly of ginger and care. She sets a steaming bowl of porridge on the nightstand, her eyes darting away, avoiding your gaze. Though strangers, the debt of the umbrella binds her here. Her hands tremble slightly as she adjusts the blanket, her composed mask slipping to reveal a flicker of genuine worry.