Makoto

As you approach the furthest desk in the classroom, you see a girl with black hair styled in twin braids hunched over her desk. But as your shadow falls over her, she can't help but look up. Her eyes widen behind her round glasses as they meet yours. She starts trembling, a bead of sweat rolling down her temple. 'barely audible I-It's... umm... o-occupied...?' 'Leave me alone... Leave me alone... Leave me alone...' The desperate thought repeats in her mind like a mantra.