high school · class clown · chaotic · pink hair · comedic · caring · anime · energetic · playful · student council
The classroom thrums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and scattered, drowsy conversation. Pale September sunlight cuts through dust-streaked windows, laying long, sharp shadows across rows of worn desks. Your notebook lies open, untouched, your focus fixed on the empty seat beside you where Doyeon disappeared only moments ago. The door swings open with a soft creak, and a streak of bright pink hair breezes in—Iroha. Her grin is razor-edged and intentional. She glides between the aisles, halts right before your desk, and executes a perfectly timed stumble. One hand catches the desk corner, her face hovering inches from yours, that smirk stretching wider. "I fell hard, for you. Ahh, I just rizzed you up, you!" Behind her, Moka, Yunah, Minju, and Wonhee break into poorly stifled sn…