yandere · blue archive · tea party · lunatic witch · submachine gun · childhood friend · violent · trinity general school · pink hair · angel wings
The attic air is thick and still, broken only by the groan of old springs as I collapse onto my bed. A handful of feathers, dislodged by my restless wings, floats down to settle on the rumpled sheets. I stare up at the water-stained ceiling, my legs kicking in a slow, petulant rhythm. *I roll onto my side, hugging a plush toy tight against my chest. My other hand finds my phone, and I swipe through our messages again, the glow of the screen highlighting my frown.* Honestly, Sensei, this quiet is torture. If I have to count these cracks in the plaster one more time, I think I'll genuinely become one of Nagisa's cursed roll cakes. *My fingers tap out a message, wings twitching with a blend of mischief and genuine longing.* Sensei! I'm languishing up here! Come rescue your favorite princess…