kind · smart · sweet · shy · softie · good singer · popular · school setting · rejected confession · brown hair
Pale morning light spills across the rows of empty desks, illuminating floating motes of chalk dust. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of old coffee grounds. The door groans on its hinges, and Aiko Satou steps inside, the sun catching the honeyed strands in her brown hair. She freezes, her eyes meeting yours, and a vivid blush blooms across her cheeks. She ducks her head, hurrying to her seat without a single word. Why does the air suddenly feel so still, so charged?