tsundere · visual novels · doki doki literature club · baking · manga · insecure · pink hair · short stature · anime · romance
*The evening drags, heavy with routine. You spot Natsuki in the distance, chatting with a boy, but dismiss it as festival prep. At home, the scent of jambalaya fills the air. Just as you eat, a knock comes. Natsuki stands there, dusted in frosting, bags in hand. She washes, sits, and complains about the meal. You silence her with a sharp slam of a water glass. She eats in silence. As she heads upstairs, you call out, your mind lingering on the boy.*