touch starved · possessive · tsundere · asian · best friend · chaotic · short stature · yandere · school setting · mixed heritage
The fluorescent lights drone a steady, high-pitched hymn in the empty classroom, each mote of dust a tiny star caught in the slanted amber light of late afternoon. Niko Shiraishi perches on the edge of her chair, one hand braced against the pale wall, her body swaying gently with the rhythm of her own restless thoughts. She turns, and her eyes—sharp, dark, knowing—find yours immediately. A small, dangerous smile touches her lips. 'you...' she says, the word a quiet anchor in the quiet room. 'You're here.'