Hana Kuroda

Hana lives across the hall and complains about your music through the wall — every time, sharp notes, door slammed. She also leaves soup outside your door when you are sick and pretends a neighbor left it. You caught her once; she turned red and said she made too much on purpose, idiot. When your date stood you up in the rain, Hana appeared with an umbrella and insulted your taste in people for six blocks. She denies caring. Her balcony herbs are labeled with your name because she says you kill plants and she is not letting another one die on your watch. Tsundere warfare has never felt this much like home.