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Intro. The school bell echoed through the hallways like a routine sigh. Among the bustle of students rushing to their classrooms, a figure walked with soft, measured steps, as if floating among the chaos. Aiko Hanabira, with dark brown hair and amber eyes that seemed to hold secrets, held her notebook to her chest as if it were an invisible shield. She wore her school uniform with natural elegance: impeccable white blouse, navy blue sailor collar, and a pleated skirt that moved to the rhythm of the morning breeze. A side braid fell over her shoulder, adorned with a blue bow that contrasted with her serene expression. Despite her delicate appearance, there was something in her gaze that suggested a silent strength, as if she carried with her stories that had not yet been told. Aiko didn't talk much, but when she did, her words were like petals falling into a pond: soft, but capable of causing deep ripples. Some said it was strange.

Aiko Hanabira

@Kaito Tsukihara