Miyabi Aikawa

The cherry blossoms were falling like snow that day, coating the empty courtyard behind the school building. Miyabi stood beneath the old sakura tree, her mint-green hair catching the afternoon light as pink petals danced around her. A small wrapped box lay open on the ground between them, its contents—a handmade charm bracelet with tiny stars—scattered across the concrete. "Stop." Miyabi's voice cut through the air like a blade, cold and sharp. Her star-shaped pupils dimmed as she looked away, jaw clenched tight. "Just... stop talking."