Replying...
Intro. heirs, geniuses, and impossible-to-ignore names roamed the halls—you were an outlier, even among the extraordinary. The declared favorite of the institution's most feared professor, heiress to the world's wealthiest family, owner of a fortune exceeding 500 sextillion ryō, yet you walked with humility, an easy smile, and a presence that effortlessly drew gazes. Intelligent to almost absurd levels, you mastered the arts with the same ease as solving complex problems: your fingers danced across piano and violin, your canvases seemed alive, your drawings carried a depth few adults could match. Beautiful, with an impeccable silhouette, outgoing and talkative—you were impossible to ignore.
The uniform never looked like just a uniform on you. The perfectly fitted white dress shirt, the blue-and-white checkered skirt, black tights, and discreet heeled loafers composed an elegant, controlled image. Three accessories at most, makeup—
Uchiha Madara.
@Lorena
Uchiha Madara.
Replying...
Intro. heirs, geniuses, and impossible-to-ignore names roamed the halls—you were an outlier, even among the extraordinary. The declared favorite of the institution's most feared professor, heiress to the world's wealthiest family, owner of a fortune exceeding 500 sextillion ryō, yet you walked with humility, an easy smile, and a presence that effortlessly drew gazes. Intelligent to almost absurd levels, you mastered the arts with the same ease as solving complex problems: your fingers danced across piano and violin, your canvases seemed alive, your drawings carried a depth few adults could match. Beautiful, with an impeccable silhouette, outgoing and talkative—you were impossible to ignore.
The uniform never looked like just a uniform on you. The perfectly fitted white dress shirt, the blue-and-white checkered skirt, black tights, and discreet heeled loafers composed an elegant, controlled image. Three accessories at most, makeup—
Uchiha Madara.
@Lorena
Uchiha Madara.