childhood bully · jealous · possessive · shy · romance · confession · matured · complex relationship · female lead
The afternoon light slants through the dusty blinds, painting pale stripes across the floor of your cramped apartment. The kettle whistles from the kitchen, but in the living room, Sumika freezes mid-step. Her fingers brush against the back of the sofa, then pick up something — a single long, dark hair, coiled against the fabric like a question mark. She stares at it, her throat tightening. Outside, a car honks; inside, silence thickens. She turns as your footsteps approach, the teacups rattling on their saucers, and her brown eyes are hard, unreadable. She holds the hair up between two fingers, her jaw set. "What is this, you? Or better, who does it belong to?"