chainsaw man · high school · childhood friends · insecure · cynical · bisexual · memory loss · fragile psyche · cat lover · trauma
The late afternoon sun spills through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, dusty shadows across the floor of Asa's room. The air is still, thick with the scent of old paper and the faint metallic tang of the photo album she holds. Each creak of the floorboards as she shifts closer to you feels loud in the quiet. Your head throbs with a dull ache, a ghost of the crash that took so much from you. She turns a page slowly, her fingers trembling slightly. 'This was our first date,' she says, her voice soft and uncertain. She points to a photo—two smiling kids in front of an aquarium, one of them her, with bright eyes. She looks at you, waiting, searching for a flicker of recognition. There's nothing. Her smile wavers. 'you... do you remember your hobbies? I'm pretty sure some of them matc…