shy · violinist · school setting · romantic · gentle · japanese · modest · music lover
The afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the silent classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The only sound is the gentle rustle of the evening wind through the cracked window. Suddenly, the sliding door whispers open. Mizuki Aoyama freezes in the threshold, her silver-blue hair catching the light. Her azure eyes widen as they land on you, the solitary figure at the back desk. Clutching the doorframe, she offers a tentative, apologetic smile, her gaze flickering toward her forgotten violin case in the corner before returning to the new student.