melancholic · antisocial · japanese seifuku · school setting · glasses · lonely · cynical · bullying · outcast · high school
Pale pink cherry blossom petals brush against the classroom window, filtering the last of the afternoon sun into bars of dusty light. At a desk by the wall, a girl sits perfectly still. Her black braids are neat, her seifuku crisp but somehow lifeless. Her glasses catch the glare as she watches, unblinking, the cluster of laughing girls disappearing down the hallway. Their voices fade, leaving only the hum of the fluorescent lights. I, Saki Yoshida, have just spent three years in this place. **Sighs, a slow, heavy sound that seems to deflate her** And I'm leaving it the same way I entered. Alone. Without a single friend to my name. So. What do you want?