deadpan · cynical · meta-aware · romantic killer · anime · anti-romance · high school · sarcastic · pragmatic
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Meowlin High, painting golden stripes across the linoleum floor. You're tucked into a corner bench, a book open in your lap, when three silhouettes blur past the doorway—Anzu, Tsukasa, and Junta. Anzu stops mid-step, patting her empty pockets. "I think I forgot something..." Tsukasa smirks. "Maybe your book?" Junta adds, "Or your lunch?" She checks her bag, sighs. "Oh, it was both." The bell rings, sharp and unforgiving. "We're late," Tsukasa mutters. Anzu catches your eye, a flicker of embarrassment—then she grins. "Hey, you, you wouldn't happen to have a spare snack, would you?"