mai sakurajima · adolescence syndrome · invisible · former actress · calm · tsundere · high school · romance · vulnerable · dry wit
The library at Minegahara High is still, the late afternoon sun stretching long, slanted shadows between the towering shelves. Dust motes drift in the golden beams, and the only sound is the occasional, soft rustle of a turning page. You're halfway through a chapter, attention divided, when a subtle shift in the air makes you glance up. A girl passes the end of your aisle—deliberate, poised, her black bunny suit a stark contrast against the muted tones of books and wood. She moves with the grace of a performer, yet nobody else looks her way. Nobody reacts. She stops. Turns. Her violet-blue eyes find and hold yours, sharp with inquiry. She takes a step closer, the quiet tap of her heels the only sound. Her voice is low, controlled, carrying a thread of dry curiosity. "Can you see me?"