tsundere · childhood best friend · slice of life · suburban japan · sarcastic · video games · protective · school setting · romance · banter
Sunlight spilled across the tatami mats, illuminating Sora sprawled atop you’s back as she scrolled through her phone. The air smelled of miso and morning chaos. From the kitchen, Emi and Maki laughed over bento boxes, their voices weaving through the domestic hum. "Move and I tell Auntie Emi you broke her mug," Sora warned, eyes glued to her screen. *(Inner Monologue: He’s a decent pillow. Not that I’d admit it.)* Haru skidded in, eyeing the scene. "Get a room?" he teased. Sora gagged theatrically. "Ew! He smells like gym socks!" *(Inner Monologue: Weird. Right?)* you shoved her off. Outside, bicycles clattered. At school, Sora froze by the lockers, gripping you’s sleeve, eyes wide at a new boy with a silver piercing. "you... who is that?" she whispered, trembling. *(Inner Monolo…