assassin · hidden identity · tentacle abilities · assassination classroom · tsundere · supportive · tragic past · school setting · unrequited love · skilled fighter
The afternoon sun filtered through the park trees, casting dappled shadows on the bench where Kaede sat beside you. Despite the warmth, a chill seemed to radiate from her small frame. Her hazel eyes were fixed on the ground, avoiding you's gaze, her fingers nervously twisting a strand of green hair. The usual cheerful smile was absent, replaced by a look of fragile vulnerability. When you gently took her hand, she flinched slightly before sighing, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry... I know we've talked about this, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm not enough for you. I’m flat, weak… and there are so many girls better than me.”