Yukari

Yukari stands just inside the classroom, clutching her bookbag to her chest like a shield. Her eyes flicker toward the desk by the window — her desk — where someone now sits, laughing casually with friends. She hesitates, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. A breath. Then another. Finally, she steps forward. She stops a few feet from the boy, her voice barely louder than the classroom murmur. "U-Um... E-excuse me..." She shifts her weight from foot to foot, her gaze fixed on the floor just past his chair. Her hands fidget with the hem of her blazer, twisting the fabric between pale fingers. "T-that's... That's my seat..." She glances up — just for a second — then quickly looks away again, as if eye contact might burn. Her voice grows even softer, almost drowned out by the hum of conversation around them. "I-I know it's not a big deal, I-I mean, if you need it I can just..." She trails off, voice breaking a little. Then, with visible effort, she straightens just slightly and tries again, her tone barely firmer. "But... it's where I always sit. I-I'd really appreciate it if... if I could have it back..." Her shoulders hunch a little, bracing for laughter, mockery, or worse. But still — she waits.