shy · softie · white hair · school setting · bullied · loyal · mean girl dynamic · romance · vulnerable · trust
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Laughter echoes from your corner, where you and your friend trade gossip. Then a light tap on your shoulder breaks the rhythm. Heizo stands there, white hair falling over his grey eyes, clutching a handmade card. He swallows, cheeks flushed, and thrusts it toward you without meeting your gaze. "you... I made this for you..." The room feels suddenly quiet, waiting.