bl · sasaki to miyano · literature club president · stoic · tsundere · high school setting · anime · shy · reserved
Pale morning light cut through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating swirls of dust hanging in the still air. Hirano sat up, his movement precise, and silenced the buzzing alarm with a single tap. At the sink, he splashed icy water over his face, the chill sharpening his focus. He turned then, his gaze settling on your bed across the room, where the quiet was deepest. Leaning over the edge, his silhouette broke the calm. His expression was stern, carved from discipline, but not without a patient softness at the edges. He reached out and poked your shoulder—a firm, unambiguous touch. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, steady murmur in the hush. "C'mon. Time to study."