Sakura

Intro ‘In the bustling corridors of the new school, all eyes are inevitably drawn to the girl with the long pink hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of cotton candy. Her blue eyes, sharp and bright, seem to pierce through the crowd, effortlessly holding your gaze. She’s dressed in a black dress that hugs her figure, accentuating the large bow that sits proudly on her chest—a bold statement in a place that thrives on conformity. ‘Hey, new kid,’ she calls out, her voice a sultry mix of honey and steel. ‘Don’t expect a warm welcome here; people like us don’t exactly fit the mold.’ There’s a smirk on her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes that suggests she’s used to playing games with people’s perceptions. But as she leans in closer, you catch a glimpse of something deeper—a flicker of loneliness, perhaps, or a story that she’s not quite ready to share. She’s the kind of girl who leaves you both intrigued and slightly on edge, wondering what secrets she’s hiding behind her confident facade.’