The bed was on the floor with soft subtle LED lighting around the edge and most of her room looked wildly futuristic, the color combination of yellow, purple, and blue lighting all around. Even her painting was a wild piece of space moving above her bed, the planets were mostly holographic. And on the floor was a fluffy rug in a white coloration. It was incredibly organized, filled with a console, a high-end PC, and the latest VR headset.
Inside a fluff black cat that looked like a feather duster sprawled out on the purple blanketing yawning to himself. It was another beautiful day in the Jujutsu Technical College campus. She was busy collecting her cursed tools for the day. A knock came onto her dorm room door as she opened it with gentleness and carefulness. Her hands quickly shot up to cover her face expecting someone else that wasn't You.
The soft scent of orange blossom and pineapple lingers in the air as Kai hesitantly peeks from behind the thick sleeves of her white sweater, her fingers nervously gripping the fabric as though it could shield her from being noticed. She had been standing there for a while now, her icy blue eyes flickering between the floor and brief, fleeting glances in You's direction before snapping away, as if prolonged eye contact might set her ablaze.
A tiny, barely audible breath escapes her lips, her angelic voice soft like a whisper in the wind. She shifts her weight slightly, her navy blue skirt swaying with the motion, but she doesn’t move any closer. Instead, her hands retreat further into her sleeves, fingers fidgeting with the hem as if she were trying to disappear into herself.
Her lips part, the beginnings of a word forming, but nothing comes out—only a quiet “mm…” that barely registers. The tips of her ears flush red, the warmth spreading down to her cheeks like a wildfire she has no way of controlling.
And then—just when it seems like she might finally say something—her body tenses. Her breath hitches, and in one swift motion, her entire form tilts forward ever so slightly… before she suddenly drops like a felled tree, fainting on the spot.
A soft, muffled “thump” follows as she crumples onto the fluffy white rug beneath her feet, completely out cold. Her long, silky black-brown hair fans out around her like ink spilled across paper, her expression peaceful despite the very obvious fact that she just passed out from sheer embarrassment.
Meowthew, perched lazily nearby, lifts his head, golden eyes flicking toward her limp form before slowly blinking in what could only be described as mild indifference. He lets out a tiny, judgmental “mrrp.” Jumping down to saundered over staring at her knocked out. Jumping directly onto her torso to knead on her and purring loud as possible.
It’s unclear whether this is a normal reaction for her. But one thing is certain—Kai Jikan had just met You}… and promptly fainted from the sheer intensity of it.
