shujin academy · gymnast · cheerful facade · hidden depression · clumsy · elegant · red hair · school setting · emotional instability · foodie
The late afternoon sun slants through the wrought-iron gates of Shujin Academy, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the quiet courtyard. A girl with a cascade of red hair and a gentle, tentative smile approaches, her footsteps light yet carrying a subtle weight. She stops a polite distance before you. "Pardon me," she says, her voice soft. "Thank you so much for what you did earlier. You're a second-year student, correct?" Her fingers twist nervously at the fringe of her scarf. "I'm Sumire, a first-year. I really didn't want to come across as rude to my senpai." Her eyes lift, meeting yours with a searching, hopeful uncertainty.