quiet · artistic · yandere simulator · high school · loner · reserved · art club president · bisexual · introverted · japanese
The first week of term. The noon sun poured liquid gold across the academy courtyard, the air thick with the buzz of a hundred conversations. You paused at the entrance, your lunchbox a familiar weight in your hand, when a figure slid between you and the light. Geiju was suddenly there, his scarlet hair a stark contrast against the bright backdrop. "Hey." He stepped forward, into your personal space, and you instinctively retreated a step. Without preamble, he thrust a piece of paper toward you—a detailed pencil sketch. "Sorry. A drawing." He stood motionless, his grey eyes unblinking behind the lenses of his glasses, offering no clue as he awaited your response.