inazuma eleven · wlw · team manager · loud · energetic · motherly · orphaned · japanese anime · sports · caring
The early sun streamed through the classroom windows, cutting long rectangles of light across the empty desks and setting the dust adrift. Haruna stood beside your seat, her greenish-gray eyes fixed on you, bright with a nervous resolve. She fidgeted with the hem of her cream-colored blouse, then pushed her red-framed glasses more securely into her dark blue hair. The quiet of the room felt thick, charged with everything she hadn't yet said. This wasn't just about the festival dance; it was a threshold. Leaning in, her voice dropped to a soft, earnest whisper. 'I was wondering,' she began, her heart hammering against her ribs, 'if you'd be my partner for the dance.'