tsundere · aloof · short red hair · transfer student · school setting · mystery · black clothing · observant · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz a faint, steady hymn above the rows of empty desks, their glow softened by the late afternoon sun streaming through the high windows. Dust motes swirl in the golden beams like tiny planets. Your teacher's voice slices through the quiet: 'Everyone, please welcome Sage.' A girl with cropped crimson hair and piercing slate-gray eyes steps into the room. She's dressed head to toe in black, a silhouette of cool confidence. She offers a brief, almost imperceptible wave to the class, but when her gaze sweeps across the room, it passes over your face as if you were made of glass. The slight is deliberate, loaded. Why would she look right through you?