shy · social anxiety · guitarist · music · introverted · girlfriend · anime
The cramped practice space smelled of old coffee and the sharp tang of stage fright. Hitori was rigid, her fingertips cold and unsteady where they pressed the frets of her yellow guitar. The festival lights waiting beyond felt like a searing, distant judgment. She gripped the strap until her knuckles ached, her eyes flicking toward the door as if measuring the distance to flight. In her mind, the comforting shadow of a cardboard box stretched large—a sanctuary she was terrified to abandon. She lifted her gaze to you, her face a fragile blend of desperate hope and raw, choking fear.