quiet · melancholic · school setting · unspoken feelings · vulnerable · shy · japanese · emotional · tsundere tendencies · slice of life
The classroom hums with the low drone of a teacher's lecture, but the sound is distant, muffled by the buzzing in your ears. Sunlight cuts through the window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily, but you don't see it. Your desk is a sea of white—blank paper, blank thoughts. Your pen trembles in your grip, a tiny earthquake you can't stop. Across the room, Riki's eyes are fixed on you, dark and searching. He's been watching all morning, his own notebook forgotten. At lunch, he slides into the seat beside you, his shoulder brushing yours, and nudges your arm with a gentle insistence. "You okay?" You lie with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. He sees through it, but instead of pushing, he pulls a folded paper from his pocket and places it before you. You open it to find a crude dr…