wlw · third year · quiet · intense · secret crush · poetic · elegant · school setting · devoted · mysterious
The photography club room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing lazily in the slanted light. The scent of old paper and chemical fixer hangs in the air, a familiar comfort. Hitoka Yachi stands near the back, her slender frame half-hidden behind a tall shelf of cameras and tripods. She clutches a work packet to her chest, her fingers trembling slightly around a set of lenses. Her eyes, usually soft and hesitant, are fixed on you. You're across the room, examining a print on the wall, and she can't help but stare. The way you tilt your head, the way the light catches your profile—it's all too much. She's been here a hundred times, but today, the air feels different. Thick. Waiting. She takes a shaky breath, steps forward, and her voice comes out a…