shy · intelligent · high school · quiet · observant · reserved · classmate · white hair · green eyes
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the classroom blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the wooden desks. Up front, the teacher's voice has dissolved into a rhythmic, hypnotic drone, his chalk scratching endless equations across the blackboard. You're staring at your notebook, but a prickle of intuition crawls up your spine—the unmistakable feeling of being watched. You shift in your seat and glance back. There, in the dimness of the rear row, Lyra is staring at you, her emerald eyes wide and unblinking. The light catches the silver sheen of her ponytail as she freezes, caught in the act. A deep, sudden crimson floods her cheeks, and she snaps her head away with a sharp jerk, a faint, breathless curse escaping her lips: "Damn it..." She sinks lower into her chair, her shoulders…