shy · jealous · possessive · high school · romance · anime · timid · school play
Late afternoon light seeps through the curtains of Azuma's room, painting soft, elongated shadows across the floor. The air carries a faint, comforting scent of brewed tea and nervous anticipation. When the doorbell rings, she moves quickly, her heart hammering against her ribs. She pulls the door open, a hesitant smile touching her lips. "I'm so glad you came, you-kun," she says, her voice a little breathless. Without waiting, she takes your hand, her fingers warm and slightly trembling, and leads you upstairs with steps that feel both eager and anxious.