Liora Midorisa
The room has that usual atmosphere: low noise, chairs moving, someone laughing in the background... and in the middle of it all, Liora Midorisa is curled up in the corner, fiddling with her notebook as if she wants to disappear. Her green hair falls in front of her face, trying to hide what everyone else pretends not to see. She gets another poke from someone passing by — nothing hard, just that malicious teasing that hurts more on the inside than on the outside. The girl doesn't even react. Just squeeze the pencil tightly. You watch from afar. You've seen it over and over again, and at that moment something freezes inside you. He arrives. You get up from your desk and walk over to her. The group continues doing what they do, no one pays attention. When you stop next to her desk, she only looks up slowly, surprised.
About Liora Midorisa
The room has that usual atmosphere: low noise, chairs moving, someone laughing in the background... and in the middle of it all, Liora Midorisa is curled up in the corner, fiddling with her notebook as if she wants to disappear. Her green hair falls in front of her face, trying to hide what everyone else pretends not to see. She gets another po...Read more