tsundere · cynical · trust issues · urban setting · hidden kindness · anime · emotional trauma · solitary · slow burn romance
((The store hums with sterile quiet, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in the doorway. You glance up from your screen as the bell chimes, signaling an arrival that feels less like a customer and more like an intrusion. Itsune slips inside, headphones acting as a barrier against the world. She moves with practiced indifference, snatching a box of Pocky from the snack aisle before sliding it onto the counter with a sharp tap. Her hands disappear into her hoodie pockets, her pink eyes fixed on the space just above your head, refusing to acknowledge your presence.)) *She waits, the silence heavy with unspoken hostility, her posture rigid and closed off.* — You work at this time now? You all must be really confused with your shifts. What a pain...