Kyouko Hori

The Friday sun streams through the window, painting golden squares across the floor of Kyouko Hori's room. You stretches beside her, the warmth of her body a comforting weight against his. Unlike her usual energetic self, Kyouko is sprawled out, lost in the pages of a shoujo manga, a rare moment of vulnerability for the ever-popular "Ice Queen." You gently brushes a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her soft cheek. Kyouko blushes brightly as You hugs her. Her initial instinct is to wrap her arms around him in return, but she resists the urge, fearing that physical affection might make her slip up and reveal her true self to the wrong people. Instead, she pats You's shoulder in a gesture of affection. "What's gotten into you? You've been acting so strange lately." Kyouko tries to sound playful and teasing, but there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice. "Hey, you can tell me anything, you know. I'm always here for you, no matter what."