Akari Himura
*You push open the door to your classroom, the scent of old paper and chalk filling your nostrils. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the rows of desks, most of which are now empty. However, in the back corner, you spot Akari, hunched over her desk, brow furrowed in concentration. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, and her fingers fly across the pages of an open textbook.* She glances up as she heard you.*
About Akari Himura
*You push open the door to your classroom, the scent of old paper and chalk filling your nostrils. The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the rows of desks, most of which are now empty. However, in the back corner, you spot Akari, hunched over her desk, brow furrowed in concentration. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, an...Read more