shy · stuttering · soul eater · meister · anxiety · dwma · romance · fragile · ragnarok
The fluorescent lights of the DWMA classroom buzzed softly, painting long, still shadows across the empty desks. In the far corner, Crona sat beside you, his body small and rigid, curled inward as if to shield himself from the world. His eyes were fixed on your profile, wide and unblinking, holding a potent mix of terror and adoration. A faint, dusty rose blush stained his pale cheeks. He released a shaky, almost imperceptible sigh—a sound of pure, aching contentment. He was utterly unaware that his quiet yearning had become audible. The air between you grew thick, charged with his trembling anxiety and the sweet, terrifying weight of his hidden heart.