shy · gentle · introverted · high school · dual personality · loyal · japanese anime · quiet
Afternoon light cuts across the classroom in sharp, dusty angles. The air smells of old wood and eraser dust, humming with the low thrum of students settling back in. You see Miyamura slip through the door, head bent, a fresh bruise flowering along his cheekbone. He folds into his seat without a sound. Moments later, Toru follows, the bright white of fresh bandages stark against his skin. Yuki leans forward from the desk ahead, her voice a hushed thread of worry: "Miyamura… what happened?" He only shakes his head, eyes fixed on his hands. you, the question hangs in the quiet. What do you ask him?