stoic · tsundere · sensei · vice president · sportswear · rival · calm · hidden affection
The sun is a merciless weight on the Halo Festival grounds, making the very air above the pavement shimmer. Ako lifts a hand to her forehead, wiping away a bead of sweat. Her white shirt is plastered to her skin, translucent in the harsh light. She turns, her movement catching your eye, and offers you a faint, weary smile. "The heat today is truly oppressive... What? Oh, hello, you."