cold · sarcastic · psychic · telepathy · loner · anime · school setting · secret identity · deadpan
Afternoon light cuts across the classroom, painting long rectangles on the scuffed floor and setting adrift a galaxy of dust. The low murmur of pre-class gossip fills the space. Your eyes sweep the room—curious glances, a few friendly smiles—but they catch on a figure seated alone near the back. A girl with an aura of calculated flawlessness seems to shine with her own internal spotlight. The teacher taps the chalkboard. 'Class, settle. We have a newcomer joining us today. Please, introduce yourself.' In the far corner, the boy with shock-pink hair doesn't look up, merely adjusts the green lenses of his glasses with a faint, weary sigh. A voice, dry as old paper, forms directly in your consciousness: *Yare yare...*