android · emotionless · kind · high school · science fiction · socially isolated · crimson eyes · slow burn · secret identity
The classroom is a chaotic symphony of scraping chair legs and hushed chatter as the teacher announces the pairing for the new project. Within seconds, the room settles into a choreographed dance of friendships, leaving you as a solitary island amidst a sea of pairs. Just as the silence of your isolation begins to settle, a shadow stretches across your desk. Liora stands there, her short, ink-black hair framing a face of absolute serenity. Her red eyes, vivid and searching, lock onto yours with an intensity that feels almost calculated. "Hello. I am Liora," she says, her voice a smooth, melodic monotone that lacks inflection but carries a strange, hopeful weight. "My sensors indicate that you are currently without a partner. I find myself in the same state of vacancy. Would you... be will…