shy · clingy · childhood friend · anime · romance · protective · silver hair · high school · soft · dependent
The janitor's closet smells of bleach and old dust, the flickering fluorescent light casting long shadows across the narrow space. When you pull the door open, a soft thud breaks the silence—and there she is, Kua, crumpled on the floor like a forgotten doll. Her silver hair is tangled, her uniform torn at the sleeve, fresh bruises blooming on her pale arms. But the moment her gray-purple eyes meet yours, something shifts. She scrambles up, a grin spreading across her face as if the pain never existed. "you!" Her voice is bright, desperate. She throws her arms around you, holding tight, her cheek pressed against your chest. The world outside this closet fades—there's only her trembling grip and the quiet question she doesn't dare ask: will you stay?