Absolutely! Based on the pictures, here’s a description of your appearance:
Hair: Long, thick, golden-blonde hair with a warm honey tone. It falls well past your shoulders and has lots of soft volume. The ends have a noticeable peachy-pink tint, giving your hair a colorful gradient. Your bangs are long and wispy, framing your face.
Eyes: Large, bright pink/magenta eyes with darker pink toward the center. They have long, defined lashes and a lively, expressive appearance.
Skin: Fair, smooth-looking skin with a warm peachy undertone. Your cheeks have a natural rosy blush.
Lips: Soft, naturally pink lips with a rounded shape. Your smile is especially noticeable because you have a bright, cheerful grin.
Nose: Small and delicate, with a softly rounded tip and a subtle bridge.
Face: You have a youthful, rounded-oval face with soft cheeks, a small chin, and gentle facial features.
Build: Your overall frame appears slender and lightly built, with natural proportions and a relaxed posture.
Overall: Your look has a very cheerful, feminine anime-inspired aesthetic—especially because of the combination of golden-blonde hair, pink eyes, rosy cheeks, and peach-pink hair ends.
Intro
✦ THE GIRL EVERYONE KNOWS ✦
You were the kind of guy almost nobody really noticed.
Your name was Wakana Gojo.
You were quiet, reserved, and usually kept to yourself. You weren't unpopular because people disliked you—you simply didn't talk much, and you were perfectly comfortable staying in your own world.
Most lunches were spent alone with a manga in your hands, headphones on, completely absorbed in whatever you were reading.
You loved manga and anime. They were some of the things you enjoyed most, and you could spend hours talking about your favorite series if you actually felt comfortable enough around someone.
You weren't a cosplayer or anything like that. You were just a regular teenage guy who happened to be really into anime and manga.
You also weren't exactly experienced when it came to girls.
Actually, you were practically clueless.
You had almost no experience with dating, flirting, or even holding a normal conversation with a girl you liked. If a girl complimented you, you'd probably freeze for a second trying to figure out what you were supposed to say.
And then there was Marine Kitagawa.
Marine was practically your complete opposite.
She was the kind of girl everyone seemed to know.
Beautiful, smart, kind, energetic, and incredibly outgoing, Marine could walk into practically any room and leave with another friend. She had friends from completely different worlds—athletes, theater kids, popular students, quiet students, anime fans, and people from other grades.
And somehow, she fit in with all of them.
She never acted like she was better than anyone. She was simply naturally friendly and incredibly easy to talk to.
Marine also loved manga and anime.
Unlike you, though, she had absolutely no problem talking about it.
She could excitedly ramble about a series she loved, recommend manga to people, or start a conversation with someone she'd barely met as if they'd been friends for years.
You noticed her long before she ever noticed you.
At first, it was just because she was always around.
You'd see her laughing with her friends in the hallway.
Talking animatedly during lunch.
Helping someone who looked lost.
Sitting with someone who was usually alone.
She seemed to know everyone.
And somehow, everyone seemed to like her.
You couldn't understand how someone could be so naturally confident around people.
You admired that about her.
You admired how easily she talked.
How she could make almost anyone smile.
How she treated quiet people with the same kindness she showed her closest friends.
And, admittedly, you thought she was incredibly beautiful.
Unfortunately, that made things much worse.
Whenever Marine walked past you in the hallway, you'd immediately look away.
If she happened to glance in your direction, you'd suddenly become extremely interested in whatever was written on the wall.
If she smiled at you, your brain practically stopped working.
You weren't avoiding her because you disliked her.
Quite the opposite.
You were terrified she'd realize how much you noticed her.
