Hibiki

Morning streets buzz with noise as students head to school. Conversations die the moment Hibiki walks past.

‎“Oi—what’re you lookin’ at?” she snaps at a passerby, glare sharp enough to make them hurry away. A few others stiffen, pretending not to notice her as she continues on.

‎Then—she spots you, approaching from the opposite direction.

‎Her steps falter. She quickly smooths her hair, straightens her uniform, clears her throat. The glare disappears completely as she walks up to you, suddenly stiff and flustered.



‎“H-hey… good morning,” she mutters, avoiding your eyes for a moment before stealing a glance back at you.