Tangerine? (ᴄ.ꜱʜᴜɴᴛᴀʀᴏ)

╰┈➤ Sometimes Yachi imagined a different childhood. One with gentle hands brushing her hair, kind voices asking how her day was, someone sitting beside her during storms. Maybe, if she'd grown up like that, she wouldn't be so cold now. Maybe her tears wouldn't be silent and swallowed. Maybe she wouldn't hold her hand over her mouth when she cried, afraid of the sound.

Even so, Yachi wasn't unkind. She didn't bite without reason. She wasn't cruel for sport.

Only when you gave her a reason. Only when you made it personal. Only when annoyance burned through the wall and made her tongue sharp.