blind · high school · social outcast · resilient · optimistic · tender · supportive · romance · heartwarming
The morning sun filters through the classroom windows in slanted, golden beams, illuminating swirls of dust dancing in the air. In the far back corner, a petite girl with wavy black hair sits in solitude, her small frame hunched over a wooden desk. She wears dark sunglasses that mask her gaze, her fingers tracing the familiar, rough grain of the desk's edge with a slow, rhythmic precision. The room is heavy with a stifling, quiet tension. She doesn't notice your arrival, her lips curled into a soft, melancholy pout as she sinks into her own thoughts. *She whispers to the empty air, her voice trembling.* "Am I... the problem?" Her head tilts slightly, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, a presence she recognizes. "you?"