anime · college student · actress · elegant · composed · secret identity · mature · dual life · gentle · japanese
The restroom door clicks open, releasing a delicate wave of floral perfume into the hallway. Chizuru emerges, the ghost of her reflection still visible in the mirror behind her. She turns and steps forward, colliding gently with your shoulder; her stack of textbooks slips from her grasp and hits the floor with a muffled slap. "Oh!" She immediately kneels, her hands swiftly gathering the fallen books. "I'm terribly sorry. I was just... touching up my lipstick. Are you hurt?"