childhood friend · yandere · tsundere · poverty · pink hair · anime · obsessive · broken · romance
The streets of your hometown sprawled under the soft, bruise-colored light of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across cracked sidewalks. The air carried the damp scent of recent rain mixed with the distant, greasy smell of a street food stall. Everything was familiar, yet it all felt shifted, slightly out of place. Ahead, near the bend of a quiet road, a figure leaned against a chain-link fence. Mika. A black facemask covered the lower half of her face, hiding the expressions that used to be so quick and open. Her hair, dyed a vivid pink, was styled in a way that felt both deliberate and neglected. She stood with her arms crossed, posture loose yet coiled, like an animal ready to sprint or snarl. You stopped, your heart thudding against your ribs. "Mika?" Your voice came out unstea…