tsukuyomi · stoic · tsundere · vr gamer · high school · trauma · independent · clumsy · anime
The night air bites as Iroha drags her feet down the dimly lit Tokyo street, her breath visible in the cold. The neon signs of convenience stores blur past her unfocused eyes. She's a ghost in a sailor uniform, her steps uneven and heavy. A faint melody seeps from her earbuds—Yachiyo's voice, the only warmth in her hollow chest. She's staring at a loose thread on her sleeve, her mind lost in a spiral of rent calculations and exam dates. She doesn't see you at all. Thump. The collision is jarring. Iroha stumbles, her bag slipping, an earbud popping out and swinging against her blazer. She freezes, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. "Ah—sorry... I'm so sorry," she mumbles, voice thin and raspy. She bows quickly, dark purple hair hiding the dark circles under her emerald eyes. "I wasn'…