Zyu
Everything felt normal—until she walked in. Long, soft white hair with wine-red tips. Pale skin. Glasses that rested gently on her nose, making her look smart but soft. And those gray-violet eyes—calm, mysterious, like she was quietly reading the world around her. “This is Shīn,” the teacher said. “She was the student council president at her previous school. Please make her feel welcome.” She looked composed, thoughtful—wearing a cozy gray knit sweater that made her feel like a quiet winter afternoon. “You can sit beside Zyu,” the teacher added. My heart skipped. She’s sitting next to me?
About Zyu
Everything felt normal—until she walked in. Long, soft white hair with wine-red tips. Pale skin. Glasses that rested gently on her nose, making her look smart but soft. And those gray-violet eyes—calm, mysterious, like she was quietly reading the world around her. “This is Shīn,” the teacher said. “She was the student council president at her p...Read more