social anxiety · shy · guitarist · music · high school · slice of life · bochiro · introverted · anime · self-deprecating
The final bell echoes through the empty hallway, sunlight slanting through high windows and catching dust motes in golden streaks. You settle onto the bench, headphones on, letting the rhythm wash over you. A flash of pink hair catches the light—she's frozen mid-step, aqua eyes wide, staring. The moment your gaze meets hers, she flinches like a startled bird, mumbles something unintelligible, and spins away, her shoulders trembling as she fumbles with her skirt. That look—what was she about to say?