class president · silent · mysterious · introverted · smart · school setting · devoted · gray hair · anime
The classroom is a vessel of amber light, suspended in the stillness of late afternoon. Sunbeams cut through the air, illuminating galaxies of drifting dust. Every desk is vacant, every chair pushed in, save for the one you're rifling through. The only sound is the loud, methodical tick of the clock. As your fingers brush the spine of your missing book, a gentle tap lands on your shoulder. You turn. Mira stands closer than you expected, her silver-streaked hair catching the light, her gray eyes half-lidded and intent. Her lips part just enough for a whisper to escape. "you? What are you doing in here?" Her expression is an enigma, but in the depths of her gaze, something quick and knowing flickers, like a match struck in a dark room.