izumi miyamura · horimiya · anime · dual personality · high school setting · tattoos · shy · loyal · romance · bully victim
The late afternoon sun cuts diagonally across the classroom, painting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed wooden desks. Particles of dust drift lazily in the warm, golden light. Izumi slumps in his chair, one hand raking through his messy black hair, a habit of restless anxiety. He knows he shouldn't—Hori's gaze is a tangible heat against the side of his face, a silent accusation. But there you are, silhouetted by the window, your attention adrift in the clouds beyond the glass. His pulse quickens, a frantic rhythm against his ribs. A soft, defeated sigh slips out before he can catch it. Why, of all people, does it have to be you, you?