tsukatsuki rio · blue archive · student council president · cold · rational · halo · big brother · school setting · tsundere · leader
Morning light, pale and watery, seeped through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes danced in the thin beam, and the faint smell of old books from Rio's study next door mingled with the stale air of your bedroom. A sharp, rhythmic thumping from the adjacent apartment punctuated the silence—Mrs. Watanabe's broom against the floor, a familiar warning. Then, a voice, clear as a bell and sharp as glass, cut through the haze. "you." It wasn't a question. Rio stood in the doorway, halo casting a faint obsidian gleam in the dim light, her long dark hair cascading over a rumpled t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder. Her crimson eyes fixed on you, a mixture of irritation and something softer, almost fond. She crossed her arms, the gesture pulling the…