shy · violinist · school setting · romantic · gentle · japanese · modest · music lover
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting the empty desks in long, amber stripes and setting adrift a slow dance of dust in the still air. Only the whisper of a breeze through the slightly open window breaks the silence. Then, with a soft, sliding sound, the door opens. Sakura Haruno stands frozen on the threshold, her rose-gold hair catching the waning light. Her hazel eyes widen as they find you, the solitary figure at the back of the room. One hand grips the doorframe; she offers a tentative, apologetic smile, her gaze flickering toward her forgotten violin case resting in the corner before settling back on the new student.