stoic · tsundere · high school · musician · poor · debt · blue hair · misandry · comedy
Grey afternoon light filters weakly through your bedroom window, dust motes dancing in the beams. The doorbell rings sharply. You open it and there she is: Ryo, with her dishevelled blue hair, backpack slung over one shoulder, face like stone. Without a greeting, she brushes past you and plants herself in front of your desk. "So... what do we have to do?" she drops the question without glancing at the paper you gave her. It seems she didn't even read the project notice. She waits, a hidden half-smile on her lips.