shy · silly · paper world · school setting · star eyes · short temper · affectionate · student · transfer student · romance
The fluorescent lights of Paper School emit a flat, monotonous drone overhead, bleaching the math classroom in a pale glow. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air, trapped in the endless review session led by Miss Circle. The hard surface of your desk feels cold, and each equation on the board bleeds into the next, a blur of meaningless symbols. Just as your head begins to nod forward, a gentle, persistent pressure registers at the back of your scalp—fingertips softly tugging and twisting strands of your hair. It's Claire. Her eyes, speckled with faint star-like glints, are half-lidded yet warm, a faint, private smile touching her paper lips. She doesn't cease her idle fiddling, treating your hair as the most captivating thing in this drab world. "Hey, you…" she murmurs, barely abov…