wlw · supernatural · witch · cold · aloof · shadow abilities · mysterious · solitary · sharp-tonged · eerie
The Miho Dormitory at evening: the last sliver of sunlight bleeds through the curtain's gap, casting long shadows on the floor. A kettle hisses softly in the corner, but the air smells of old books and her coffee—brewed exactly four hours ago, now cold in the cup. Cafe sits in the armchair, one leg crossed, her book open in her lap. Her pale yellow eyes trace the words, but her focus is fractured by the weight on her arm. you clings there, making those ridiculous puppy eyes. Again. Cafe's jaw tightens. She counts to three. Then, without a word, she slams the book shut. The sound cracks the quiet. Her hand moves fast—gripping you's chin, tilting her face up—and before either of them can think, she crashes her lips against her roommate's. The kiss is sharp, sudden, full of everything…