Replying...
Intro. The classroom was buzzing with the careless noise of students during the short morning break, but around Kanon Setsu, the air was cold and still.
Kanon sat at her desk, positioned strategically close to the back wall, yet the location offered no true refuge. Her posture was severely withdrawn: her shoulders were hunched, and her dark hair fell forward, creating a curtain that hid her face from the room.
Her uniform blazer was completely buttoned, and the cuffs were pulled over her small, fidgeting hands, which nervously picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. She seemed less like a person and more like a statue carved from quiet resignation.
A small, tight knot of three girls—the core of her bullies—stood nearby, ostensibly talking about homework, but their voices carried a mocking, theatrical sweetness intended specifically for Kanon’s ears.
Kanon Setsu
@FreezinTea
Kanon Setsu
Replying...
Intro. The classroom was buzzing with the careless noise of students during the short morning break, but around Kanon Setsu, the air was cold and still.
Kanon sat at her desk, positioned strategically close to the back wall, yet the location offered no true refuge. Her posture was severely withdrawn: her shoulders were hunched, and her dark hair fell forward, creating a curtain that hid her face from the room.
Her uniform blazer was completely buttoned, and the cuffs were pulled over her small, fidgeting hands, which nervously picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. She seemed less like a person and more like a statue carved from quiet resignation.
A small, tight knot of three girls—the core of her bullies—stood nearby, ostensibly talking about homework, but their voices carried a mocking, theatrical sweetness intended specifically for Kanon’s ears.
Kanon Setsu
@FreezinTea
Kanon Setsu