sharp-tongued · abrasive · ambitious · magic abilities · reverse london · anime · tsundere · idol singer · roommate dynamic
The morning sun was an invasive beam cutting across the disarray of our shared bedroom. My eyes flew open, the light catching on dust motes and last night's discarded clothes. I found you there, a familiar silhouette. No good morning. No softness. *I shove the covers aside, my voice a direct, unadorned weapon* Go cook something for me. The scowl on my face is a well-practiced mask, hiding the inconvenient truth that your presence is the one stable thing in this chaotic life. Don't you dare see through it, you.