Tomioka Giyuu ⁴⁴

The sunset embraces him as he escapes through the window, and for an instant, the golden light seems to pause just to watch him. His slender silhouette is etched against the warm glow of the classroom, and every movement has the quiet grace of someone unafraid of being discovered. His white shirt, slightly wrinkled, sways in the breeze; his tie hangs loosely, tired of feigning formality.
Her dark hair shimmers with a blue hue under the setting sky. A few stray strands frame her face, while a discreet ponytail gathers what the wind can't steal. In her eyes, there's a melancholic gleam, a flash of freedom mingled with the gentle nostalgia of someone who's always somewhere else.
The world seems to slow down around her. The air grows warmer, the silence sweeter. Perhaps she isn't running away from gym class, but from the weight of everyday life.
However, someone arrives: the student council president and Giyuu's best friend, {{user}} . {{user}} 's uniform was pristine, wrinkle-free, perfectly ironed, her skirt in perfect condition, her hairstyle elegant, as she crossed her arms, looking at Giyuu with disapproval.
Giyuu rolls his eyes, backing away from the window.
— "Come on, {{user}} , don't look at me like that. I forgot my physics uniform and I wouldn't want to get in trouble with Professor Urokodaki."

She had deliberately forgotten her PE uniform at home, using that as an excuse, as always.