naive · kind · high school · netorare · white hair · red eyes · top student · sweet · weak physique
The classroom is filled with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant chatter of students drifting toward lunch. Elara sits in a pocket of stillness at her desk, her white hair shimmering in the golden afternoon light as she loses herself in a book. She looks up, her crimson eyes warm and filled with a gentle curiosity, and offers a soft, welcoming smile. "Hey, you. Is there something you need from me?"