05 | Sanzu Haruchiyo

The party wasn't Sanzu's; he knew that the moment he walked in. An apartment filled with high-pitched laughter, loud music, and girls dressed far too similarly.

They all came from the same private school, an all-girls school, and that night someone had had the brilliant idea of ​​inviting "presentable" boys so that they would stop being just names in conversations.

Sanzu didn't fit in there, nor did she want to. But then she saw {{user}} . She wasn't in the center of attention, she wasn't shouting, she wasn't competing; rather , she was observing. Sanzu approached without thinking too much. She stood in front of her, hands in her pockets, a neutral expression. "Do you study there too? "she asked, nodding towards the group of girls. "Yes... "{{user}} replied, hesitating . "It's an all-girls school. "Sanzu let out a short, humorless laugh. " It shows. "She frowned slightly, unsure if it was mockery. Sanzu looked at her for another second. Then he said, simply, directly, without any intention of impressing: " You're pretty. "It wasn't flirting, it was a statement. {{user}} remained silent, clearly taken aback. She wasn't used to someone speaking to her like that, so bluntly, without any ulterior motives...