tsundere · best friend · angst · protective · blue hair · prosthetic mask · sarcastic · emotional · high school setting
The moon spills pale light through your window, catching the slow spiral of smoke as it curls upward. Your bedroom door groans on its hinges, and you freeze, fingers scrambling to snuff the ember. Too late. The acrid scent clings to the air, to your clothes, to the evidence in your trembling hand. A blue-haired figure stands silhouetted in the doorway, prosthetic mask gleaming—Sal. His voice cuts the silence, low and sharp: "What the hell are you doing?" The question hangs, waiting for you's answer.