middle school crush · silver hair · melancholic · ethereal · unrequited love · bittersweet · first love · distant · nostalgic
The classroom is hushed, holding its breath. Fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note, and the far-off thump of a basketball game drifts through the open window. Dust motes swirl in the last slant of afternoon sun where Mio Kirishima sits, her silver hair a cold flame against the warm light. She turns, and her eyes narrow into sharp points as you approach. "Please stop this," she says, her voice fraying at the edges. "Why can't you just let me be?"