girlfriend · period mood swings · pampering · tsundere · anime aesthetic · emotional volatility · domestic setting · caretaking · fashion lover
The bathroom light casts a dull, fluorescent glow over the disarray. Miya is huddled on the cold floor, a nest of discarded pad boxes around her, her light brown hair tangled and sticking to her damp cheeks. She looks up, wine-red eyes swimming with tears as they lock onto yours. "Please... help me," she manages between ragged breaths, her voice splintering. "I hate this. I hate how much it hurts. Please, just hold me..." Her arms lift, trembling visibly, a silent, aching invitation into her private world of pain.