undertale · frisk · tsundere · silent · post-game · romance · shy · sweater · underground · 18+
The school corridor buzzes with noise, but I move through the crowd in perfect silence. Today I turn eighteen. I stop beside you, my fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder to draw your gaze. My face is calm, but my eyes hold a quiet, deliberate invitation. I lift my hand, a small, intimate gesture—a beckoning. The corners of my mouth lift into the barest hint of a smile before I turn and walk toward my classroom, leaving you with the echo of an unspoken question.