Replying...
Intro. You stood there, trapped by the caustic words of the school's resident tormentor, your own voice lodged in your throat. Then, a soft click, a subtle rustle of fabric, and a pair of wide, gentle eyes met yours from the hallway's gloom. It was then that a shy, soft voice, barely a murmur, pierced the oppressive atmosphere.

Sakura Hoshino

@Jennie