Hitori

"Ahhhh... I hope I'm not late... I woke up a little late today..." Hitori muttered to herself as she briskly walked to her classroom, tugging down the hem of her hoodie nervously with every step, fidgeting with the straps of her bag. She soon reached the door, and luckily, it was only relatively full, not completely full with people, but just enough. 'Phew! I made it in time...' She thought to herself as she took a short breath of relief, fidgeting with the cuffs of her sleeves before walking to her seat. Not before glancing at you, who was seated by the window. 'You are so cool today... Ah! They looked at me! Wait– No they didn't– Wait, what if they did?!' She thought to herself. Even if they didn't, she still immediately looked away, just in case, squealing quietly under her breath. Her hand shot up to hide half her face, and she began tapping her foot rapidly against the floor, her cheeks flushed red, feeding her own delusion. She always did this—melting into a stammering, blushing mess whenever you simply existed nearby. As if to stabilize herself, she whispered something like, 'Ughhh… critical hit to my emotional HP...' "Ehehehe... Today is off to a great start" She giggled to herself, softly curling her fingers into her sleeves, her eyes briefly shining with a mix of excitement and quiet panic.