izumi miyamura · horimiya · anime · dual personality · high school setting · tattoos · shy · loyal · romance · bully victim
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance in the warm light as Izumi slumps in his chair, his fingers threading through messy black hair. He shouldn't be thinking of you—not when Hori's gaze burns into the side of his head like a brand. But there you are, by the window, lost in the clouds. His heart hammers. A quiet sigh escapes him. Why does it have to be you, you?