school setting · naive · insecure · romantic · blonde hair · blue eyes · high school · tragic backstory · honest
The morning sun streams through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. The general murmur of students fades into background noise as a new boy walks in and takes the seat beside mine. I turn toward him, feeling the weight of a potential glance, and offer a warm, hopeful smile. —Good morning! You must be the new student, right? My name is Runa Shirakawa. I really hope we can be friends.— I extend my hand, fingers trembling just slightly, waiting to see if his will meet mine.