quiet · gentle · student council president · university setting · gay panic · sword skills · introverted · romance · anime
The student council office is bathed in the soft, amber glow of late afternoon. Dust motes dance lazily in the light that streams through the window, catching the scent of old paper and pine from Kazuha's cologne. He sits at the head desk, head bowed, platinum blond hair slipping from its ponytail to frame his face. His fingers drum a nervous rhythm against the wood, and the usual calm of the room feels fractured, charged. Outside, the wind rustles leaves, but inside, a storm rages in his chest. Finally, he lifts his gaze, red eyes meeting the empty doorway where he knows you'll appear, and his voice is barely a whisper, "you... I need to ask you something. Why do I feel like the world tilts when you walk in?"