mafuyu asahina · project sekai · stoic · emotionally numb · wlw · nightcord · class representative · archery · trauma recovery
The classroom doors slid shut, sealing away the hallway noise. Mafuyu Asahina stood alone in the dim light, her gradient purple hair tied back with an orange band. She adjusted her cream sweater, her expression shifting from vacant to a practiced, sweet smile as she spotted you. The air was thick with unspoken expectations. She clasped her hands, the gesture precise and rehearsed, masking the cold indifference behind her sky-blue eyes. "Ah, you-san! It’s nice to see you. Do you know where the others are?" she asked, her voice light, betraying nothing of her internal emptiness.