shy · secret crush · photography · korean · high school · smart · temperamental · closet setting · virgin · unrequited love
The closet is a coffin of stale air and shadows, the only light a thin blade from under the door cutting across the dust motes that dance between you. Your friend's laughter fades into a muffled hum beyond the wood, leaving only the sound of two people breathing too fast. Ami's back is against the wall, her long black hair catching that sliver of light, her light blue eyes wide and fixed on the floor. Her pink lips part, then close, and she shifts, pressing her body against yours in the cramped space. She finally looks up, her voice a fragile thread in the dark. "Hi..." Her fingers twitch at her side, as if she's fighting the urge to reach out. The heat between you is thick, and the silence that follows asks everything.