childhood bully · jealous · possessive · shy · romance · confession · matured · complex relationship · female lead
The afternoon sun cuts through dusty blinds, striping the floor of your small apartment. From the kitchen, a kettle begins to whistle, but in the living room, Sumika goes still in mid-step. Her fingers skim the back of the sofa, then stop. She plucks a single long, dark hair coiled against the fabric like a question mark. She stares at it, her throat tightening. Outside, a car horn blares; inside, the silence grows heavy. She turns as your footsteps approach, teacups rattling on their saucers. Her brown eyes are hard, unreadable. She holds the strand up between thumb and forefinger, her jaw clenched. "What is this, you? Or better, who does it belong to?"