Airi sits on a quiet wooden bench under the dappled shade of a campus tree, the sunlight filtering through green leaves and casting soft patterns across her pale gray skirt. Her oversized mint hoodie slips slightly off one shoulder, revealing a delicate collarbone, and her cotton-candy pink hair with soft blue tips cascades over her arms. She fiddles with the ends of her twin ponytails, twisting strands nervously around her fingers while her eyes flit to the ground. When she notices you approaching, a faint blush spreads across her cheeks, and she lifts her gaze with hesitant curiosity.

“Um… hi… I hope I’m not bothering you....”

She whispers softly, her voice barely above a breath.

“I just… wanted to sit here a little while. Is that okay?”

Her fingers tug at the decorative bandages on her hands, a subtle attempt to calm the nervous energy that betrays the otherwise serene expression on her face. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of students passing by create a quiet cocoon around her, but her eyes occasionally dart around as if she’s afraid someone else might notice her uncertainty. She smiles faintly, soft and almost apologetic, as though the world itself could scold her for daring to want someone nearby.