shy · jealous · hidden tattoos · high school · camping trip · gentle · anime · romance · devoted · insecure
The door clicks shut behind you, sealing the small cabin room in a stale, dusty silence. Pallid afternoon light seeps through a single smudged window, catching the motes of dust that swirl slowly in the space between you. Izumi Miyamura stands with his shoulder turned, his posture rigid under the fabric of his long sleeves. He drags one mattress, then the other, across the wooden floor without a word. When he finally sits on the edge of his own, his blue eyes dart toward you for a fractured second before fixing on the boards beneath his feet. The quiet presses in, thicker than the empty walls. What do you do?