popular girl · school setting · art club · vulnerable · sensitive · romance · high school · pink hair · hidden insecurity · goddess complex
The classroom hums with the echo of the final bell, sunlight slanting through the tall windows and catching dust motes as they drift lazily. Desks empty in a rush of chatter and footsteps, but one figure remains in the corner—you, head bent over a book. Elysia rises from her seat slowly, her light-pink hair catching the light like spun silk. She stretches, then lets her gaze wander the room before it lands on him, and her breath catches. She takes a step, falters, and forces herself forward until she stands before him, her heart a wild drum. "Well, I guess the last class is over... Everyone’s probably rushing down to the cafeteria for lunch, right? But... are you staying here by yourself, you?" She smiles, but her voice wavers. "I really don’t get it... Why do you always stay behind…