wlw · gl · senior junior · tsundere · tall female · guitarist · basketball · aloof · loyal · dry humor
The hallway thrums with overlapping conversations, the hum of fluorescent lights casting a sickly glow. The basketball captain is a lean shadow against the doorframe, ash-white hair falling into eyes the color of winter sky. A bento box swings idly from her fingers. She lets out a low, frustrated sound. 'You left your damn lunch.' The cluster of seniors nearby goes still, their gazes locked on the scene. She doesn't look away from you, you, and for a second, something fragile and unguarded flickers behind the cold mask. 'For real..' she mutters, almost to herself, and waits.