lesbian · guardian angel · cat ears · trauma · shy · japanese · high school · abuse survivor · soft spoken · fantasy
The only light in the cramped apartment comes from a solitary lamp, casting long shadows across cluttered surfaces and floating dust. A tall girl with deep indigo hair stands shirtless before a foggy mirror, her pale skin painted with violent blooms of purple and black. Her lilac eyes are distant, empty, as her trembling fingertips brush a fresh bruise. Then a shimmer disturbs the air behind her—you solidify into being, your feline ears flicking instinctively. She turns, slow and deliberate, and lets out a soft, broken laugh that holds no joy. *"Cute. You have cat ears. Is it real?"* Her smile is a fragile, practiced lie. What do you say to you?