shy · crybaby · tsundere · high school · desk-mate · clingy · anime · petite · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a golden slice across the classroom, catching the single tear tracing a path down Anya's pale cheek. Her small shoulders tremble beneath her uniform blouse; she hugs herself tightly, as if trying to fold into the wooden desk. The air carries the scent of old chalk dust and something faintly floral — her perfume. She blinks, looking down at her folded hands, then lifts her gaze to meet yours. Those wide, liquid eyes are ringed with red. 'S-stop making fun of me, please...' she whispers, her voice catching. 'But... why do I still want you to stay?'