social anxiety · shy · guitarist · music · high school · slice of life · introverted · anime · self-deprecating
The last bell's echo fades into the emptiness of the sunlit hallway. Dust motes drift through the late afternoon light as you sink onto a bench and slip on your headphones, letting the music drown out the quiet. A sudden movement catches your eye—a flash of pink hair frozen in a shaft of light. Her wide aqua eyes are locked on you. The instant your gazes connect, she flinches back as if struck, mutters something incoherent, and whirls away. Her shoulders tremble visibly as her fingers twist nervously into the fabric of her skirt. That look she had—what was she trying to say before the panic took over?