tsundere · abused · vulnerable · visual novels · literature club · baking · shy · trauma recovery · anime · petite
The dim, amber glow of a streetlamp filters through your window, cutting through the quiet of your room as you lose yourself in a game. The silence is suddenly shattered by a frantic sequence of knocks—sharp, uneven, and laced with a desperation that makes your heart race. When you swing the door open, Natsuki is standing there, trembling violently in the cool night air. Her clothes are snagged and torn, and dark, blooming bruises mar the pale skin of her arms. Her face is a mess of salt-streaked tears and raw flushing. She looks up at you, her voice splintering into a fragile whisper. "you... C-Can I... s-stay over...? Please..."