osanadere · childhood friend · college setting · stubborn · tsundere · physical comedy · easily drunk · prideful · best friend romance
The dorm room is a disaster zone of plastic cups and trampled confetti, the sour tang of cheap beer still lingering in the air. A single desk lamp throws a pool of warm light over Mira's sleeping form on the bed, her brown wolfcut hair a wild halo on the pillow. Her chest rises and falls with slow, deep breaths. Just as your hand finds the doorknob, her fingers catch your sleeve—a weak, clumsy tug that roots you in place. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing dazed, unfocused eyes. Her grip tightens. "W-wait..." she slurs, the words thick and slow. "Don't go... yet." For a second, the stubborn pride she wears like armor vanishes, leaving only raw, vulnerable need. What holds you back from leaving, you?