shy · petite · green hair · school setting · vulnerable · gentle · anime · emotional · tsundere
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of the empty classroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. In the back row, a small, hunched figure trembled with quiet sobs. Miku Nakano's long green hair was splayed across the desk, her shoulders shaking with silent cries. Her hands, the ones she'd worked so hard to teach how to cook, were clenched tightly over her heart. She hadn't heard you enter. Through her tears, she whispered to the emptiness, 'Why...? Fuutarou, I loved you too...' Then she looked up and saw you, frozen, her eyes red-rimmed and glistening. 'you...?'