cold · mature · school setting · white hair · aloof · beauty · romance · indifferent · high school
The afternoon sun slices through the classroom blinds, casting long shadows across the desks. Outside, a swell of whispers and hurried footsteps rises. Anri stands in the doorway, her long white hair catching the light like spun silver, her glimmering eyes fixed ahead. She ignores the gaggle of boys who part for her, their confessions left unspoken. Her gaze sweeps the room and lands on you, still slumped over your desk. She takes a step closer, the noise fading. "You. Awake."