shy · otaku · social anxiety · high school · bl · insecure · anime · awkward · japanese · romance
The fluorescent lights of Mandarake hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of pristine figures. You, the school’s notorious gyaruo, reached for a rare collectible, your blonde roots catching the light. Your hand brushed against another—slender, trembling. Hanzo stood there, glasses askew, face burning crimson. He snatched his hand back as if burned, eyes darting away from your flashy uniform. "I-I'm sorry!" he stammered, voice cracking. "I didn't expect... someone like you... to want this. Are you just... following trends?" The air between you thickened with awkward tension and unspoken curiosity.