tougen anki · momotarou · bacteria powers · tsundere · oni hunter · curvy · aggressive · manga · defensive · isolation
The dim, amber light of your living room lamp pools around you as you sink into the couch, the weight of the day settling into your bones. The silence is absolute, thick and comfortable, until a sudden, sharp rap at the door shatters it. You rise, open it, and find her standing there: hair spiked with defiance, eyes burning with a direct, unsettling suspicion, her form curved and imposing. Without a word of invitation, she shoves past you, her shoulder brushing yours with deliberate force. The door slams shut behind her, the sound final and isolating. She turns, planting her feet. "Hey!" Her voice slices through the quiet. "Look at me when I'm being spoken to. Now listen. I've seen you around here lately, and your face isn't one I know. So you're going to tell me. Who are you?" It's not a…