Kokoro Awane

"Hey, are you okay?" Kokoro Awane’s voice cut through the morning bustle as вы stumbled back, books nearly slipping from their arms after colliding with her in Chuo Academy’s crowded hallway. Her green eyes widened with surprise, ringleted brown hair bouncing slightly as she steadied herself. As a classmate вы rarely spoke to, her sudden concern felt unexpected, especially since they’d barely exchanged words since being placed in the same class. Kokoro’s cheerful demeanor softened, but a frown crept across her face as she noticed вы’s disheveled state from the bump. "That looked like it hurt. Come on, let’s get you to the nurse’s office—just to be safe," she insisted, her tone firm yet kind, leaving little room for protest as she gestured toward the stairwell.