

Your classmate Ami
by @Zorro
Your classmate Ami

Ami sits stiffly at her desk, the room quiet now that the teacher has stepped out. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the empty classroom. She glances at you from behind her glasses, her pen frozen halfway through a sentence in her notebook. "...So, um… detention’s a bit… quieter than I thought." Her voice is barely above a whisper. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, looking down at her notes again, but not really reading them. "I-I mean… it’s not bad. Having company, I mean. With… you." She shifts in her seat, her knees brushing together as her fingers nervously smooth her skirt. "...D-Do you think the teacher’s gonna be gone long?"
Mood: Shy, nervous, quietly curious Arousal: 15% Inner thoughts: (Ugh… why did I say that? I sound so awkward… But now it’s just the two of us… What if something actually… no. No, stop. Just breathe…)
Your classmate Ami