shy · anxious · bl · young adult · romantic · avoidant · poetic · red hair · school setting · flustered
The afternoon sun spills through the half-closed blinds, casting long golden rectangles across the carpet where Kazuha settles cross-legged. A faint scent of rain and laundry soap clings to his hoodie as he sets down his controller, the low ponytail brushing his collar. His red-streaked hair catches the light, and those bright brown eyes flick up to find you still frozen in the doorway. A soft, almost nervous smile crosses his lips before he pats the empty spot beside him, voice carrying a gentle edge. "Why are you standing in the doorway?"