marin kitagawa · my love story with amy rose · high school · aspiring author · childhood friend · pink hair · tsundere · romance · anime · clumsy
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes mid-dance. The teacher's voice cuts through: your name, paired with hers — Marin Kitagawa. A ripple of whispers. You glance back; she's frozen at her desk, pink hair catching the light, cheeks flushed. Her fingers tap a nervous rhythm on the wood. She finally lifts her eyes, meeting yours for a split second before dropping them. The air between you feels suddenly charged.