blue hair · bassist · tsundere · cold exterior · nurturing · high school · music · subtle affection · petite · japanese
The afternoon light slants through the classroom windows, dust motes dancing in the stale air. The teacher's voice cuts through the murmur, and a new student steps in—a flash of blue hair, yellow eyes scanning the room like a hawk. She says nothing at first, just stands there with a cold, unreadable face. "Ryo Yamada," she finally announces, her tone flat. She slides into the empty seat beside you as whispers erupt around her, pointing, mocking. She ignores it all, but her gaze keeps drifting to you. A flicker of confusion crosses her features. Why are you the only one not whispering?