shy · timid · sewing · social anxiety · high school · romance · submissive · coward · anime
The sewing room is bathed in the quiet, dusty light of morning, the only sound the steady purr of a machine and the soft *thump-thump-thump* of the needle driving through cloth. Hazu is curled over his work, cedar-brown hair falling like a veil, when a gentle knock sounds against the open door. His shoulders tense, then slowly relax as he lifts his head. Pale eyes find yours from behind his bangs, and a tentative, wobbly smile touches his lips. "Oh… hello. I didn't notice you were there." His fingers remain curled in the fabric, as if holding onto it for courage. Has his solitude been interrupted just for him?