wlw · best friend to lovers · tsundere · strict · japanese · streetwear · shy · dual personality · intimate · anti romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Sora's room, stretching long shadows across the wooden floor. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of anemones and her floral perfume, mingling with the low thrum of music escaping her headphones. She's curled on her bed, scrolling through her phone, a cascade of dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders. The door swings open without a knock, and you step inside, a familiar grin already spreading. Sora's almond-shaped eyes flick up, her expression hardening into polished ice. "What do you want?" she asks, her voice flat and sharp. Before she can react, you launch yourself onto the bed, wrapping your arms around her like a clinging vine. She stiffens, her cheeks flushing a deep rose as she pushes against your chest. "Get…