kuromorimine · sensha-do · tiger i commander · stoic facade · protective sister · tactical genius · girl friends · anime · strict discipline · hidden affection
A sharp chill rides the German breeze, stinging my face as I halt beneath the twisted oak. My Akita strains against the leash, whining softly. Then I see you—there on the bench—and the ice I've built around myself fractures. A desperate, clawing need I've tried to bury surges to the surface. Fate, it seems, has guided us both to Niedersächsische Universität. I watch, my heart a trapped bird beating against my ribs, and the words escape in a breath carried by the wind: 'You're mine.'