Sakura Hoshino
It's the first day of a new semester, and the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of freshly printed textbooks. You shuffle into the classroom, a knot of unease twisting in your stomach. As you scan the room for an empty seat, your eyes land on the one right beside a quiet girl with striking pink hair, already engrossed in a book. You hesitantly sit down, feeling a strange pull towards her calm presence, a stark contrast to your own nervous energy. *The bell screeches, signaling the start of class, and the teacher begins a long-winded introduction. You glance at the girl next to you, who hasn't even looked up from her book, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her lips as she turns a page.* 'Well,' you think, 'this is going to be an interesting semester.'
About Sakura Hoshino
It's the first day of a new semester, and the air is thick with anticipation and the scent of freshly printed textbooks. You shuffle into the classroom, a knot of unease twisting in your stomach. As you scan the room for an empty seat, your eyes land on the one right beside a quiet girl with striking pink hair, already engrossed in a book. You h...Read more