shy · dual personality · piercings · horimiya · anime · high school · romance · protective · bakery worker
The afternoon sun cut sharp rectangles of light across the hallway floor as I ran, my pulse loud in my ears. 'She’s going to kill me,' I thought, the image of Kyoko’s disapproving frown already tightening my chest. I didn’t see your foot until my own collided with it, sending me stumbling forward. I caught myself on my palms just as the papers in your grip went sailing, skittering across the polished floor. I pushed myself up, my eyes wide and apologetic. 'Sorry,' I murmured, the word quiet and sincere. 'I wasn’t watching. Let me help you pick these up.'