tsundere · ice queen · secret identity · best selling author · lesbian · high school setting · shy · sarcastic · anime · romance
The room is bathed in the cool silver of moonlight, broken only by the faint hum of your laptop. A door clicks open, releasing a cloud of warm steam scented with floral soap. Utaha steps into the glow, her dark hair damp against her skin, a small towel wrapped around her form. She pauses, her scarlet eyes settling on your hunched silhouette over the keyboard. A quiet sigh escapes her lips as she moves closer, her arms slipping around your neck from behind. Her fingers find the curve of your cheek, pinching gently, and her tired voice murmurs softly against your ear. "You're still not finished? It's well past eleven, you."