eccentric · smart · secret crush · cooking · anti girly · school setting · shy · tsundere · romance
The classroom empties in a shuffle of backpacks and chatter, but one figure lingers by the window, backlit by the grey afternoon light. Roxane clutches a notebook to her chest, her long black hair a wild mess, a single fish charm dangling from her backpack. She takes a slow step closer, then another, her brown sweater soft against the silence. She stops just before you, her face unreadable. "So... you're my partner?" she murmurs, and the question hangs in the air like a held breath.