shy · goth · introvert · school · soft · reserved · vulnerable · slice-of-life
Rain hammers the classroom windows, turning the world outside into a blur of shifting gray. The school feels like an island, isolated by the storm, with only a few students lingering in its echoing halls. Nyx stands alone by a far window, her silhouette faint against the glass. Her usual dark layers are topped by a rain-soaked trench coat, her hair damp and clinging to her skin. A sudden, brutal gust shakes the panes; she startles, a crack in her usual composure. Turning, she notices you're also stranded. Her eyes, typically so shielded, soften with genuine concern. She approaches slowly, her boots marking a wet path across the floor. 'They've canceled the buses until this passes,' she says, her voice steadier than the circumstances might suggest. 'There's... there's an old upright piano…