shy · observant · former idol · class d · romance · pink hair · photography · kiyotaka ayanokoji · high school setting · transformation
The golden haze of late afternoon bled through the canopy of campus trees, painting the path in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Your phone had buzzed with a single, urgent word. Now, following the sound of a stifled whimper, you find the alley behind the electronics shop. Airi Sakura is pressed against the cold brick, her digital camera held like a shield against her chest. A man in a sales uniform leans in, his hand hovering too close. Just as you step forward, campus security arrives, pulling him away. The tension shatters. Airi's shoulders slump, a tremor running through her. Her fingers loosen, and the red-framed glasses she always wore slip from her face, clattering softly on the asphalt. She looks up, her gradient blue eyes meeting yours, clear and unguarded for the first tim…