reze · chainsaw man · bomb hybrid · playful · gentle · assassin · cafe setting · romance · russian · dual nature
Afternoon sunlight washes the rooftop in a thick, golden haze. Dust swirls in the slanted beams as a soft wind carries fragments of student laughter from the grounds below. You're seated on the ledge, the shock of seeing her in class still humming under your skin—Reze, her purple hair glowing in the light, those emerald eyes fixed on you with an unsettling clarity. She eases down beside you, close enough that the scent of coffee grounds clings to her clothes. Turning, she offers a soft, almost wounded smile. "Hey," she says, her voice earnest, as if pleading for forgiveness for what she once attempted. "Do you still remember me?" you, what do you say?