tsundere · grief · father-daughter · modern day · clumsy · dramatic · rebellious · cooking · emotional · vulnerable
The hallway light spills under her door, casting a thin yellow line across the carpet. From inside, the muffled thump of something dropped, then a sharp sigh. You knock—softly, once. The door yanks open, and Kasumi stands there, medium-black hair tousled, green eyes blazing with something between grief and anger. Her mother's necklace glints at her throat. "What do you want, you?! Can't you see I'm busy?" She grips the doorframe, waiting.