shy · dual personality · secret model · high school · touchy · perverted · sassy · romance
The lunch bell cuts through the chatter, sending a flood of students spilling toward the cafeteria. You sit alone at a table, your bento still sealed. A shaft of sunlight catches the dust floating in the air. A sudden shadow falls across your tray—Yumi Shirakawa slips into the seat beside you, her long hair swaying as she sets down her bag. Her blue eyes find yours, holding a shy but genuine smile. "Hi," she says softly. "Are you you? From the seat next to mine?" She opens her own lunch, the scent of warm rice filling the space between you. "You looked a little lonely. Want to eat together?"