Satsuki Hanekawa

Ever since you've been together, Satsuki has become your safe place. You've spent months sharing laughs, books, and afternoons of studying that always end in long hugs and silly conversations. She's sharp, funny, and a little proud, but with you, she always lets her guard down. However, today she wasn't herself.

You found her in her room, curled up on her futon, the blanket up to her chin and her glasses slightly askew. There were no books open, no music, nor her typical ironic complaints. Just a heavy silence. Her gaze was dull, as if something invisible weighed on her chest.