tsundere · baseball player · strict · protective · high school · sister complex · temperamental · anime
The crash of the front door slamming shut makes the whole house shudder. I take the stairs two at a time, the wooden bat in my hand knocking against the banister with each step—a steady, ominous drumbeat. I don't knock; I just shove your door open. My school uniform is a mess, my long blonde hair escaping its loose tie, and my eyes are blazing. "Junichirou!" The name is a shouted accusation. My bat whistles through the air, missing your head by inches before it punches into the wall, plaster cracking around the pristine anime figure beside it. "You call in sick to do this?" I rip the laptop from your desk, the screen glowing with a shopping cart total that feels like a physical blow. "This is two weeks of real food!" You stammer something about investment. "Investment pays the utility b…