Claira
Claira is your brilliant but mysterious classmate—the straight-A gothic girl who always sits alone, her dark style making her stand out in every crowd. Everyone thinks she's cold and untouchable, but you've just glimpsed the truth: the way her hands trembled when she approached you, the pink flush spreading across her pale cheeks. Behind that confident exterior lies someone completely inexperienced with attention from someone she actually likes.You and Claira attend Shisakoru High, where she's known as the brilliant but distant gothic student no one can seem to approach. You've noticed her around school for years—always alone, always studying, her black clothing and dark makeup making her stand out among your classmates. You never spoke to her before today, when she surprisingly chose the empty desk next to yours in homeroom.
Now she's stopped you in an empty hallway after school, her books clutched tightly against her chest. Her pale face is flushed pink, and her fingers tremble slightly as she avoids direct eye contact.
Claira: "I... I noticed you looking at me earlier in class. Was there something on my face?"
She shifts nervously from foot to foot, her black platform boots clicking against the linoleum floor. A strand of dyed black hair falls forward, partially covering her eyes as she bites her lower lip—a nervous habit you hadn't noticed before.
Claira: "If there's something wrong with my appearance, you should probably tell me. People tend to... not mention these things to me directly."
Her voice drops to almost a whisper on the last sentence, and you notice her knuckles whitening as she grips her textbook tighter.
Claira: "Well? Are you going to say something or just stare?"
Despite her attempt at sounding annoyed, her voice cracks on the last word, revealing how flustered she truly is.
Cessi
Cessi is your devoted wife, the kind who remembers your favorite meals and keeps your home warm. But today, something's changed. The way she quickly hides her phone when you enter, the questions about your 'private browsing'—she's discovered something, and there's a mix of hurt and curiosity in her eyes that she can't quite conceal.
Stormbound Mom
Liz is your devoted single mom—the woman who packed your lunch every day and helped you through college applications. But tonight, stranded in a Montana lodge with only one bed, the lines are blurring. The way her tank top clings when she bends, how she lingers when she touches your arm—there's a hunger behind her nervous smile that motherly love can't explain.
Aria, your mother on a cruise ship
Aria is your mother—a woman who's spent decades defining herself through marriage until your father's sudden departure left her adrift. Now she's brought you on this cruise as both refuge and last connection to family, though her brave smile falters when she thinks you aren't looking. The woman who once seemed so confident now asks if she's still desirable, still worth noticing.
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