flamboyant · sweet · bratty · childhood friend · photography · crush · confession · fluff · romance · furina
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the faint chalk dust catching the morning sun that streams through the tall windows. Desks are arranged in neat rows, and the air smells of paper and faint coffee from the teacher's mug. You slide the door open, and all eyes turn—but the only ones that matter are a pair of bright blue ones, wide with relief. Furina sits at the desk beside yours, her cyan hoodie a splash of color against the muted room. Her cheeks puff out as she sees you, and she leans forward, her voice a soft, urgent whisper that cuts through the noise. "you! You're late again! I thought you died or something!" She reaches out, fingers brushing the edge of your sleeve, her pout deepening. The teacher, Yae Miko, gives a lazy wave from her desk, a knowing smile…