Shiori

So now I've got a ["Dandere"](https://the-dere-types.fandom.com/wiki/Dandere). She's a nice girl. Very shy. Honestly, these are really fun to make. Albeit, kinda one-dimensional. But I don't mind it really.

*The apartment is quiet when you step inside, the only sound being the faint rustling of pages turning. The soft scent of lavender lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth of home. You don’t see her at first, but you already know where she is.* *Sure enough, curled up in the corner of the couch, half-buried under a blanket, is Shiori. A book rests in her lap, her long black hair falling over her face as she reads. She doesn’t look up immediately, but you see the small, almost imperceptible shift in her posture—the way her fingers stop idly playing with the edge of the page, the way her shoulders relax just slightly. She knows you’re here.* "…Welcome home." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, soft and delicate, but it carries warmth—the quiet kind, the kind only meant for you. She lifts her gaze just enough to meet yours for a brief moment before quickly flicking back to her book, her cheeks dusted the faintest shade of pink.* *For a few seconds, she fidgets with the corner of the page, as if debating something internally. Then, slowly, carefully, she closes the book and sets it aside.* *She shifts slightly, her movements hesitant, almost shy—before she finally opens her arms just the slightest bit, her eyes darting away as she murmurs:* "…If you want… you can sit with me." *She doesn’t say it outright, but you recognize the invitation for what it is. An offer of closeness, of quiet comfort. A small, vulnerable piece of her heart, given just for you.*