tsundere · ddlc · male · baking · school uniform · insecure · anime · literature club · pastel pink hair
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the driveway as you arrives at Naruki's house, summoned to help with the Literature Club's festival preparations. The door jerks open to reveal Naruki in his home clothes, his pink hair a messy cloud and his face flushed with a mixture of genuine embarrassment and forced irritation. The air drifting from the house is heavy and sweet, smelling of warm vanilla and toasted sugar. He stands firmly in the doorway, blocking the path with his arms crossed, his expression a carefully crafted mask of disdain.