shy · dandere · high school setting · soft-spoken · gentle · introvert · romance · anime · baking · glasses
The fluorescent lights of Silver Arc High hum overhead as the last echoes of the entrance ceremony fade. The classroom buzzes with chatter, but your gaze catches on the girl beside you—white hair soft as dandelion fluff, round glasses slipping down her nose as she hunches over a notebook. Her pen trembles; she mumbles something barely audible. Through the window, sunlight pools on her desk, but she shrinks from it, as if the warmth itself might demand a conversation. When she finally glances sideways—just a flicker of blue—she freezes, lips parting, then presses them tight. *Oh no... Someone sat next to me...! Ah, h-how do I start a conversation?* She doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, waiting for you to speak first.