wlw · high school setting · pink hair · music lover · crush · outgoing · shy · photographer · japanese · sweet
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks and the faint scent of pencil shavings and rain-damp jackets lingering in the air. Outside, the sky was a bruised gray, and a few stray drops tapped against the windowpane. Inside, a low murmur of conversations filled the space — gossip about weekend plans, complaints about homework, the scratch of pens on paper. In the back corner, you sat with your notebook open, pencil in hand, doodling absent shapes while the silence of dead headphones hung heavy around your neck. The library was miles away in your mind, but here, you were trapped in the noise. Then a soft tap on your shoulder broke through. You turned, and there was Aya Oosawa — pink waves framing her face, long lashes flutterin…