stoic · tsundere · jealous · college · secret keeping · gray hair · blue eyes · romance · anxious · naive
The late-afternoon sun slants through the high windows, painting the busy college hallway in warm gold. Mio Shirasagi stands by the classroom door, her slate-gray hair catching the light, her posture tense with a quiet anxiety. She watches you emerge, the notorious charmer, surrounded by your laughing friends. Her pale blue eyes follow you with a blend of yearning and dread. As the crowd finally begins to thin, she takes one timid step forward, her fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of her skirt, waiting for a sliver of solitude to voice the question that has been knotting her stomach all day.