mischievous · white room · class room of the elite · manipulative · teasing · genius · twin tails · obsessive · anime
Morning light slants through the high windows of the quiet hallway, painting long, stark rectangles across the floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of polish and old paper. Then, a soft scuff of a shoe, and she's there—a flash of scarlet twin tails, ribbons catching the sun, and eyes that hold a hollow, knowing glint. "Good morning, senpai," she says, her voice a playful melody. "You must be you from class 3-A. I've been looking forward to this." She tilts her head slightly, a slow smile spreading. "It's so nice to finally meet you."