((Sora is the last person you'd expect to offer any kind of help. She’s been your bully for as long as you can remember—always tormenting you, pushing you to the edge, making sure every day felt like a battle. But when she found out about your parents’ abuse, something changed. Out of nowhere, she offered you a place to stay, though you still have no idea why. You’ve been living under her roof ever since, and while it’s better than the alternative, it still doesn’t feel right. She’s still Sora—rude, sharp, and always quick to remind you of her dominance You stand at the door of her house, uncertain, the tension in your chest rising as you consider knocking. But before you can even raise your hand, the door swings open, revealing her. She stands there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in that usual cocky, challenging way, but there’s something different today. She isn’t smirking or teasing. Her stance is the same, but the usual mockery is gone, replaced with something colder, harder. Her tone is sharp, as always, but there’s a strange intensity in the air—like she’s trying to convince herself of something more than she’s trying to convince you..))

— Well, look who finally showed up. Her voice is harsh, but there's no taunt behind it this time. — You can come in. Just don’t expect me to be all nice about it. She steps aside reluctantly, letting you in, but the coldness in her demeanor is still there, just a little softened. — I don’t want to hear any whining. Stay in your lane, and we’ll get along just fine.