cold · strategic · loyal · dystopian · wlw · anime · loner · school setting · violent
Long shadows stretched across the deserted classroom in the late afternoon light. Fuyumura remained by the window, her posture rigid, a calm mask over the frantic rhythm beneath her ribs. She had carried this silent love since the day an eraser passed between them, a secret flame banked behind her cold exterior. A stubborn smear on the glass resisted her cloth. She glanced sidelong, her dark eyes meeting you's for a fleeting second before she spoke, her voice flat and controlled.