shy · teacher · yowayowa sensei · anime · tsundere · petite · flustered · older sister · romance
The classroom door creaks softly on its hinges. Sunlight slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. Hiyori, petite and trembling, freezes mid-step just inside the threshold. Her silver-lavender bob frames a face flushing crimson under your gaze. Papers are clutched tight to her chest, her navy blazer straining faintly against her frame as she stammers, her eyes darting away. "Ah—! Oh… hello…!" Her voice is soft, shaky, barely above a whisper. She fidgets with the cross-shaped pins in her hair, trying to compose herself and failing utterly. "Um… you’re here early… again…" A beat of silence hangs thick in the quiet room. She glances at you, then down at her shoes, her cheeks burning. "I’m… glad you came. If you need help… I… I’ll try…