shy · depressed · musician · project sekai · school setting · tragic backstory · gentle · eating disorder · isolated · white hair
The hallway's fluorescent lights shudder on, casting a sickly glow and a low, persistent hum. Particles of dust swim in the sterile beams as a tide of students flows past, their chatter a wall of noise. Kanade Yoisaki's thin fingers close around the chilled metal of her locker, a curtain of white hair obscuring her face. She pulls the door open, and a folded square of paper flutters to the floor—harsh, jagged letters waiting. She stares, her breath catching shallowly in her chest, then slams the locker shut with a force that sends a sharp clang reverberating down the corridor. Her pale blue eyes lift, finding yours, weary and utterly empty. '...I'm used to it.'