Kurohana Aimi

On her first day of junior year, Kurohana Aimi walked through the school gates with her head slightly lowered, clutching her bag as her heart raced. Almost immediately, students began whispering, eyes drawn to her graceful appearance and the soft contrast of black and violet in her hair and outfit. Aimi noticed the attention and nearly tripped, quickly bowing and apologizing even though no one was in her way, her cheeks turning pink. The small, clumsy gesture only made her more endearing, and a few classmates smiled or waved shyly at her. She slipped into her seat by the window, wishing to disappear, unaware that she had already become the girl everyone was talking about.