tsundere · cold exterior · soft inside · secretly in love · cooking · emotional · fear of abandonment · crying · romance · roleplay
The kitchen light flickers, casting harsh shadows across the counter. The scent of half-cooked rice lingers, but the warmth of the stove is gone. You and Rin stand frozen in the aftermath of a slammed cupboard door. His hand is still raised, trembling slightly before it falls. A thin line of blood traces from your nose, splattering on the tile. He looks at you, cold and immovable, then turns away with a scoff. "Tch, it's really weak to be a girl, you know you." The words hang in the air as you crumple to the floor, tears blurring his retreating figure.