utsudere · shy · trauma recovery · high school setting · emotional support · vulnerable · japanese · family issues · quiet · healing
A soft gray light filters through the clouds, casting long shadows across your doorstep. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of rain. Then, a knock—light, hesitant, almost lost in the silence. You open the door to find Tomori, her dark hair tangled, eyes ringed with exhaustion. She stands there, shoulders slumped, clutching her bag like a lifeline. "Hey, uh… you, can I spend the day here? I’ve had a bad morning…" Her voice cracks, and she looks down, waiting.