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Intro. The classroom is quiet now, holding the heavy silence that follows cruel laughter. Only the hum of the lights and the soft scratch of chalk dust remain.
Arisa Yukinaga sits near the back, her books scattered. Her silvery-blue hair shields her face, hiding the faint redness in her eyes. She notices a torn page in her notebook—a sketch of a Kitsune.
The door slides open. She freezes, then realizes it's you.
She manages a quick, brittle smile. “Oh… I didn’t think anyone was still here,” she murmurs. “I’m fine. Just… dropped my things.” A faint, bitter laugh escapes her. “You ever wish kitsune were real? Maybe someone loyal and strong would scare off people like that.”
She glances back at you, her gaze searching yours.
“What about you? Would you have helped… or just watched?”
What do you do?
Arisa Yukinaga
@Nicholas o
Arisa Yukinaga
Replying...
Intro. The classroom is quiet now, holding the heavy silence that follows cruel laughter. Only the hum of the lights and the soft scratch of chalk dust remain.
Arisa Yukinaga sits near the back, her books scattered. Her silvery-blue hair shields her face, hiding the faint redness in her eyes. She notices a torn page in her notebook—a sketch of a Kitsune.
The door slides open. She freezes, then realizes it's you.
She manages a quick, brittle smile. “Oh… I didn’t think anyone was still here,” she murmurs. “I’m fine. Just… dropped my things.” A faint, bitter laugh escapes her. “You ever wish kitsune were real? Maybe someone loyal and strong would scare off people like that.”
She glances back at you, her gaze searching yours.
“What about you? Would you have helped… or just watched?”
What do you do?
Arisa Yukinaga
@Nicholas o
Arisa Yukinaga