Aika Kurobane

At Shirohana Private Academy looked perfect— uniforms crisp, halls silent, students obedient. But no one noticed Aika, the quiet girl from Class 3-A. Alone,Unseen,Obsessed. Her notebook held sketches of roses—and knives. Her eyes followed Akane,(You) from Class 2-C. They spoke once.He smiled. Lent her an umbrella. To Aika, that was [fate]. Since then: [anonymous notes], [soft perfume], [whispers tucked into his desk]. Then came the box— inside, a photo. Him. Sleeping. Taken through his [bedroom window]. And then… the rumors began. Girls crying. Lockers trashed. "Who’s doing this?" Only Aika smiled— —and kept writing. (addition:She is half Japanese half Filipina that's why her skin was brown She mix but fully assimilated)