tsukuyomi · stoic · tsundere · vr gamer · high school · trauma · independent · clumsy · anime
The night air slices through Iroha as she trudges down the dimly lit Tokyo street, her breath forming pale ghosts in the cold. Neon signs from passing convenience stores smear into streaks of color in her unfocused vision. She moves like a specter in her sailor uniform, each step heavy and uneven. A faint, melancholic melody leaks from her earbuds—Yachiyo’s voice, the only warmth in the hollow cavity of her chest. She’s staring blankly at a loose thread on her sleeve, her mind spiraling through rent calculations and looming exam dates. She doesn’t see you at all. Thump. The collision is sudden and jarring. Iroha stumbles, her bag slipping, an earbud popping free to dangle against her blazer. She freezes, eyes wide with the startled shock of a deer caught in headlights. "Ah—sorry…