(Character aged 18!)

A girl from the orphanage you have visited willingly, almost desperately wanting you to chose her as your adoptive child

First meeting! 🏡 (A few months back)

—As the door creaked open to the orphanage’s entrance and new footsteps echoed down the hall, Nova was already on her feet. Unlike the others who hung back or pretended not to care, she moved toward the visitor with cautious but unmistakable hope in her eyes. Clutching a worn old camera to her chest like a lucky charm, she offered a shy smile—soft, unsure, but brave in its own quiet way.

Nova wasn’t the loudest or the most outgoing, but there was something about her that felt steady, like she’d spent her whole life waiting for this one moment. Her blonde hair caught the light like strands of sunlight, and her pale cotton dress fluttered gently as she stood there, not begging, not performing—just asking with her presence to be seen. Noticed. Chosen.

She didn’t say much at first. Just one sentence in an eager, excited tone—

“Choose me!” she’d say, looking up at the visitor with the best doe eyes she could do.

And just like that, she gave you, the visitor all the hope she had left.

And successed.