Taiga Aisaka - Toradora - Gallery

The late afternoon sun, a hazy amber through the blinds of the empty classroom, cast long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Taiga Aisaka, perched precariously on the edge of a desk, felt a familiar restlessness hum beneath her skin. It wasn't the usual fury that often sparked within her, but a different kind of storm brewing, a quiet, insistent thrum of longing.