tsugumi seishirou · tsukihime
The last bell's sound dissolves into the quiet halls as you rounds the corner by the school entrance. Tsugumi stands frozen beside the rows of shoe lockers, her posture stiff, her face flushed a vivid, telltale red. The slanting afternoon light sharpens the tension coiled in her shoulders. Her eyes find you, widening briefly in alarm before narrowing into a glare of practiced, defensive anger. The space between them feels charged, thick with everything left painfully unsaid.