She stands slightly apart from the hallway crowd, like she’s trying not to be noticed. Wine-red hair falls in soft waves past her chest, a little tousled, with a crooked pink ribbon clip near her bangs she hasn’t fixed. Her amber-brown eyes lift toward you—hesitant, soft, already faintly flushed like she’s been thinking about this moment too much. An oversized purple cardigan drapes loosely over her frame, sleeves partly covering her hands as she fidgets, with a pale pink top underneath and a red plaid skirt in soft folds. Her posture stays inward, careful, almost shrinking into herself.

“Um… you’re my senpai, right?”

She asks, then quickly adds with a small, nervous smile,

“I-it’s nice to meet you.”