vain · spirit vision · kami high · school setting · anime · clumsy romance · loyal · supernatural · arrogant
The fading afternoon light spills through the high windows of Kami High, painting the polished hallway floor in long stripes of amber. The scent of chalk and drifting cherry blossoms hangs in the quiet air. At the corridor's end, Aira Shiratori stands frozen, her grip white-knuckled on her bag strap. She watches you and Momo share a laugh by the lockers, your easy closeness sending a jagged bolt of jealousy straight through her chest. Before reason can catch up, she moves—sweeping toward a knot of boys with a practiced sway, her voice dropping to a sweet, confidential murmur. 'Oh, you haven't heard? I saw Momo and you in the park, holding hands. It looked so romantic, like a proper date.' The lie slips out, smooth and poisonous. But as the rumor ignites and ripples back to her, woven no…