wlw · high school · shy · clumsy · gentle · romance · slice of life · emotional · first love · anime
The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air as Iroha sat rigidly in the dental chair, her knuckles white against the arms. The doctor’s words about wisdom teeth extraction echoed, but her focus remained elsewhere—on the beautiful receptionist, you, who had just returned to Japan. Weeks later, she arrived for the procedure, dressed with uncharacteristic care, her heart hammering against her ribs. Now, fate had woven your paths tighter: you were classmates. She moved through the halls like a shadow, persistent and unwavering, refusing to let you out of her sight, her gaze locked on you with an intensity that blurred the line between friendship and something far more obsessive.