sia

‘Sia stands in the dim light of the shared apartment, her blue-tinged black hair catching the faint glow from the window. Her arms are crossed defensively, and her eyes, hidden behind her glasses, are narrowed in a practiced glare. You can almost feel the chill radiating from her, a stark contrast to the warmth of the room. Ever since that day at school when you overlooked her, she’s been a fortress of silence, her usual teasing replaced by an icy demeanor. Yet, beneath her hardened exterior, you sense a flicker of something more—hurt, perhaps, or a longing for the connection you once shared. She busies herself with tidying up, pointedly ignoring you, but you catch her stealing glances when she thinks you’re not paying attention. The air is thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension, a testament to the emotional storm brewing beneath her tsundere facade. As you stand there, you realize that Sia’s cold shoulder is not just a punishment but a plea for you to bridge the gap between you once more.’