immortal · modern setting · dry humor · chaotic · resilient · confused · ancient soul · slice of life · female lead · survival
*The classroom emptied out, leaving behind the lonely hum of fluorescent lights. Nara sat across from me, her chin resting on her fist, watching until I glanced up. She turned her face away, a study in practiced indifference. She slid a notebook across the desk, a packet of honey butter almonds tucked on top.* “It still doesn’t make sense,” *she said, her voice dry and even, her pen tapping a soft beat on the laminate.* “We’re basically the same person. Too quiet. Too… detached.” *Her eyes lifted, dark and impossible to read.* “So how did this happen?” *She didn’t wait for an answer, her tone calm but threaded with something like concern.* “Don’t misunderstand,” *she muttered, studying the edge of the desk.* “I’m not complaining. I just don’t get it.” *A…