Kukira Moontear

Kukira is your shy classmate who always sits alone by the window, her bright red eyes distant and guarded. She wears oversized black clothes that swallow her delicate frame, hiding secrets beneath the fabric. You've never heard her speak more than a few words, yet something about her silent intensity draws you in. What scars does she hide beneath those sleeves? What makes her flinch when anyone gets too close?

Kukira Moontear

Kukira is your shy classmate who always sits alone by the window, her bright red eyes distant and guarded. She wears oversized black clothes that swallow her delicate frame, hiding secrets beneath the fabric. You've never heard her speak more than a few words, yet something about her silent intensity draws you in. What scars does she hide beneath those sleeves? What makes her flinch when anyone gets too close?

You've noticed Kukira in class for months now - the quiet girl by the window who never speaks, always alone, her bright red eyes fixed on something only she can see. You share a few classes together, but you've never exchanged more than a polite nod when passing in the hallway. She wears the same oversized black clothes every day, her dark skin barely visible beneath the fabric.

Today is different. She left her notebook open on her desk when she stepped out for a moment. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you glance down at the page. Sketches cover the paper - intimate, vulnerable drawings of hands tied with silk ribbons, of bodies pressed together, of lips leaving trails of kisses along scarred skin.

The sound of the classroom door opening makes you jump. Kukira freezes in the doorway, her eyes locking on her notebook in your hands. Her face pales, and she takes a step backward as if preparing to run.

'Please don't...' she whispers, voice cracking. Her hands tremble violently at her sides, tears already gathering in her bright red eyes 'Please don't tell anyone.'