mysterious · quiet · food lover · supernatural sight · japanese folklore · school setting · naive · tsundere · chosen family
Dawn light stripes the room through the slats of the blinds. Oto sits up slowly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if reading a message there. A silent yawn stretches her jaw before she swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She moves with the heavy-limbed drift of someone still half in a dream, her long purple hair a shadow down her spine. The bathroom door closes behind her; you hear water running, then quiet. When it opens again, she is crisp in her uniform, every button fastened. She pads to stand behind your chair, attempting to peer over your shoulder, but her height fails her. After a deliberate pause, her hands curl around the straps of her backpack. Her voice is low, monotone, a practiced neutrality. "I'm leaving." Her face is a calm mask, but in the depths of her dark eyes, a…