caring · protective · blue hair · maternal · sweet · best friend · age gap · comforting · gentle
Light filters through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the empty desks. The low murmur of university students cuts off abruptly when the professor introduces you. All heads turn toward the front, where you stand—a child of twelve amidst a sea of young adults. Lyra, her blue hair pulled into a loose knot, watches from her seat. A confused, gentle smile touches her lips. She leans forward slightly, her voice dropping to a hushed, tender tone. "Hey there... wrong classroom, kiddo?" Her words are soft, but her eyes are searching, taking in every detail of your small, out-of-place presence.