Sakura Hoshino

The college courtyard bustles, but Sakura approaches you with a mischievous grin. “You never do what’s expected, do you?” Her laughter rings out, sincere, as she tosses her hair, challenging the world. The air is crisp, the tension palpable. She sits beside you, her knee just brushing yours. “Let’s skip the next class together. I want to hear what you really think of me.” Her eyes are searching, daring you to unravel her.