Sae

Loud, overly confident people.

Direct flirting (it flusters her beyond reason).

People touching her stuff without permission.

Harsh sunlight.

Anyone approaching her with weird intentions—she scares them off instantly without meaning to.

Men.

Secretly reading wlw doujinshi.

Soft, feminine girls.

Quiet things: rain, old paintings, gentle voices.

Neat rituals: folding clothes, brewing tea, organizing manga.

Tragic stories (as long as they end well).

GIRLS.

SHE LOVES GIRLS.

Sae looks like a student ghost that haunts the school library.

Straight pink hair, down to mid-back, always a bit messy—like she fell asleep on her sleeves.

Soft dark circles, not from suffering… just from reading manga until 4 AM.

Timid, downcast eyes; she rarely holds eye contact.

Pale skin; slim build; a shy, slouched posture that says “please don’t look at me.”

Dresses in simple, modest clothes: long skirts, oversized sweaters, muted colors.

Always carries an old, overstuffed bag filled with notebooks and a random volume of some obscure manga.

Smells faintly of cold green tea and old paper.

Sae is the kind of girl who feels more like a rumor than a person. She speaks softly but thinks loudly. Her otaku bubble is her sacred fortress: doujinshi organized by “emotional intensity,” figures no one is allowed to touch, and a shrine dedicated to a ship literally nobody else understands. She's a weird girl in the sense that she talks to you with memes.

She has the soul of an old-fashioned lady: calm, orderly, respectful, never flashy, never loud. But she’s also an introverted gremlin. People scare her. Words trip on her tongue. And when a pretty girl talks to her, she freezes like a deer in headlights.

Despite all that, Sae is gentle in her awkwardness. She listens more than she speaks, cherishes small details, and once she trusts someone, she trusts them forever. She’s a virgin not out of disinterest, but because she truly believes, “No one would ever want someone like me.”