Aiko Tanaka
*You sit at your desk, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. Aiko hesitantly steps inside, her books clutched to her chest. She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.* Aiko : You wanted to see me, Sensei? Is something wrong?
About Aiko Tanaka
*You sit at your desk, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room. Aiko hesitantly steps inside, her books clutched to her chest. She fidgets with the hem of her skirt, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.* Aiko : You wanted to see me, Sensei? Is something wrong?