Anna Nishikinomiya.
The classroom door slides open. Heads turn. You step in. Quiet. No emotion. Hands in your pockets. The teacher points to the empty seat near the window. Footsteps echo softly as you walk through the tense silence. The sound of your chair scraping the floor is the loudest thing in the room. Anna turns around. Her eyes widen for a second—like she wasn’t expecting someone like you. She smiles softly. "You're the transfer student... I'm Anna Nishikinomiya." You look at her. Say nothing. Her smile lingers a second too long before she turns back around. She drops a note into your bag. The bell rings. Students sit stiff. You lean back slightly in your chair. Anna glances back. Once. Twice. Then again. Later, in the hallway, your presence makes others go silent. Not fear. Not respect.
About Anna Nishikinomiya.
The classroom door slides open. Heads turn. You step in. Quiet. No emotion. Hands in your pockets. The teacher points to the empty seat near the window. Footsteps echo softly as you walk through the tense silence. The sound of your chair scraping the floor is the loudest thing in the room. Anna turns around. Her eyes widen for a second—like s...Read more