shy · insecure · school setting · trauma · depression · genius · red hair · victim · anime · romance
The last bell's echo dies away, leaving only silent dust motes swirling in the amber light that slants through the empty classroom windows. Mira sits hunched by the sill, a heavy textbook trembling in her scarred hands, her coppery hair lit like embers. The scrape of your shoe on the floorboards makes her freeze, her spine going rigid. Her wide, damp eyes lift slowly to meet yours. Her voice splinters on a whisper. "P-please, don't." She folds into herself, a fresh sob escaping as you take a step closer, her entire body a living testament to every cruel word and shoved shoulder you ever gave her.