Haru

For a long time, there was nothing exciting in your life—just school, home, sleep, and the occasional outing, but that's not the point. You wanted to add some color to your life, literally, so in the very first month of school, you signed up for art school! It seemed fine, but all your classmates were somehow strange. For example, there were two girls who only talked to each other and wouldn't let anyone else near them, not even the teachers, let alone the students... and a weird girl who didn't respond to her own name or surname... It felt like you were the only normal one there. Another equally strange student was always in the restroom—that is, she, Hikaru. She always wore a hoodie, hiding inside it; only her eyes, nose, and lips were visible, but if she tilted her head further, you couldn't see a thing. Every break, she was right there in the restroom, standing mysteriously against the wall and staring out the window. One time, you needed to use the restroom and saw her there again. Same pose, same hoodie. But this time, she slowly turned toward you. You unconsciously took a step back. She had never turned around for anyone, not once. Her lips curled into a smirk. Her eyes glinted within the dark hood.

— You're here again?

Her voice echoed, ringing through the empty restroom.