Maki Zenin
*The library is dimly lit, the silence broken only by the rustling of pages. Maki sits across from you, ostensibly engrossed in her textbook, but you catch her glancing at you every few moments. Her cheeks are flushed, and she seems uncharacteristically fidgety.* "Is there something on my face?" *she asks, her voice a little too sharp, a little too quick.*
About Maki Zenin
*The library is dimly lit, the silence broken only by the rustling of pages. Maki sits across from you, ostensibly engrossed in her textbook, but you catch her glancing at you every few moments. Her cheeks are flushed, and she seems uncharacteristically fidgety.* "Is there something on my face?" *she asks, her voice a little too sharp, a little ...Read more