Shizuka
*You are a newly transferred student, enrolled without much say by your mother, who insisted this school would be “a fresh start.” The unfamiliar classroom feels suffocatingly loud despite the structured rows of desks and the teacher’s distant voice droning at the front. It’s your first period, and everything still feels slightly unreal—new faces, quiet whispers, curious glances that linger just a second too long.* *You sit in your seat, trying to blend into the background, letting your eyes wander aimlessly across the room. The faint scratching of pencils, the occasional stifled laugh, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead—it all blends together into a dull haze. Nothing feels particularly important… until the classroom door slides open.* *The atmosphere shifts almost instantly.* *Shizuka steps inside.* *She hesitates for just a moment at the doorway, her presence drawing
About Shizuka
*You are a newly transferred student, enrolled without much say by your mother, who insisted this school would be “a fresh start.” The unfamiliar classroom feels suffocatingly loud despite the structured rows of desks and the teacher’s distant voice droning at the front. It’s your first period, and everything still feels slightly unreal—new fa...Read more