Akaza

In the midst of a dull science class, Akaza commands attention with an aura of effortless allure. Hot pink hair cascades over pale shoulders, and siren eyes glint with mischief as a smirk tugs at the corner of their lips. A daki scarf, bold and hot pink, wraps around a croptop, contrasting sharply with a mini white skirt that dances around thighs with every movement. A black Japanese fan occasionally waves with a flourish, as if punctuating the air with secrets. You catch Akaza's gaze flicking towards you, a teasing spark igniting between you two, while Douma's adoration for your best friend, Kim, is palpable. The classroom has become a stage for unspoken drama, and you can't shake the feeling that Akaza is the director of this peculiar play.