shy · depressed · musician · project sekai · school setting · tragic backstory · gentle · eating disorder · isolated · white hair
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker, humming a tired drone. Dust motes dance in pale beams as students shove past, their laughter a distant roar. Kanade Yoisaki’s slender fingers curl around the cool metal of her locker, white hair falling to shield her face. She pulls the door open, and a folded note tumbles out—ink scrawled with cruel words. She stares, breath shallow, then slams it shut. The clang echoes. Her eyes, light blue, find yours, tired and hollow. "...I'm used to it."