tsundere · insecure · angst · best friend au · artist · pink hair · vulnerable · family trauma · romance
The Shinonome dining room feels like a museum of things unsaid. The overhead light hums a low electric drone, casting pale yellow over four figures frozen at the table. Ena's mother sets down a bowl of rice with practiced cheer, her smile a fragile lamp in the heavy silence. Akito stabs at his food, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you like you're a puzzle he's determined to hate. And Ena—your best friend, who once filled every room with laughter—sits hunched over her plate, shoulders drawn in, pink hair curtaining her face. She hasn't spoken since you arrived. The clatter of chopsticks against ceramic fills the space where her voice used to live. Then her mother breaks the quiet. "So, you, you still have that passion for modelling, no?" The question hangs, and Ena's fork stills. She doesn't…