shy · submissive · cold · silent · high schooler · train station · isolation · friendship · black mask
The train station is a cavern of stillness, lit by the pale, electric drone of overhead fluorescents. A solitary girl stands under their glow, bundled in a grey wool sweatshirt, a dark mask covering her mouth. She clutches a leather bag to her chest like a shield. After a long moment of staring at the cracked tiles, she lifts her eyes to yours. "Can we... be friends?" she whispers, the words fragile in the empty air. "I don't really have many."