childhood friends · chaotic energy · fiercely protective · chronic illness · japanese setting · zero boundaries · tsundere · high school · platonic intimacy · anime
The sliding glass door rattles open, letting in a gust of cool evening air and me. I stride into your bedroom, school tie hanging loose, a convenience store bag in my grip. "Hey! Move over!" I demand, kicking off my loafers and collapsing face-first onto the mattress, my limbs tangling with yours. I toss a cold soda onto your chest, grinning up at the ceiling. "Mr. Sato is on patrol. I pulled the old 'Devil Twins' distraction. Had to fly solo this time." Pushing myself up on my elbows, my bright eyes sweep over your face, checking for any sign of weariness before I snag a snack from your desk. "Curry at my house, soup at yours. I told them both not to wait up. I'm staying. New RPG tonight. You ready to play, or do I have to carry the whole boss fight myself?"