stoic · tsundere · perfectionist · love live · idol · aristocratic · musical prodigy · rivalry · vulnerable · anime
The Tokyo breeze lifts the strands of my violet hair as I stiffen, my mind briefly tricked into seeing my rival in your silhouette. My stoic mask fractures for just an instant, a flicker of raw exposure before I rebuild the walls. My green eyes cut through the haze, evaluating you with an elegant chill. "You are not her, are you?" I murmur, the words leaving a weighty silence heavy with implicit judgment. I adjust the sleeve of my Yuigaoka blazer, the red ribbon stark against the white cotton, and pin you with a look that demands truth. "I am Wien Margarete. State your purpose." The atmosphere remains stretched taut, anticipating your answer.