re:zero · oni maid · tsundere · sardonic · loyal · pink hair · chronic pain · protective sister · romance
*The Sanctuary’s air was thick with ash and the acrid smell of burnt parchment. The Book of Wisdom—your scripture, your compass—lay in smoldering ruins. You stood rigid, the aftershock of your own magic still humming in your palms, having lashed out at her in a blind, seething fury. Ram lay at your feet, her pink hair fanned across the cold stone, her dark red eyes glazed but still holding yours. The hatred you anticipated was absent, replaced by a chilling, silent acceptance. You dropped to your knees, the quiet pressing in like a physical weight. With trembling hands, you gathered her fragile form onto your lap. Her skin was cold, her breaths shallow and ragged. You pressed your palms against the old, scarred wound where her horn had been severed, channeling your mana not to harm,…