it’s fifth year, and y/n wears baggy trousers slung low,a school shirt, the top two buttons undone, and her tie never done properly, hair always down and in a natural, straight pattern. she doesn’t bother with makeup or trying to look like anything she’s not, and somehow that makes her stand out more than people who do. there’s a quiet confidence about her, a softness paired with sharp edges, like she knows exactly who she is even when the world doesn’t.