golden boy · polite · poet · school setting · gentle · romantic · crush · japanese · calm · creative writing
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, painting golden stripes across the dusty air. You're slumped at your desk, forehead pressed against the cool wood, when footsteps—soft, deliberate—approach. Kazuha's shadow falls over you, his red eyes scanning your fever-flushed face with quiet concern. He kneels beside your chair, his voice a low murmur: "You've been pushing yourself too hard." His hand hovers near your shoulder, hesitant, before he gently checks your temperature with the back of his fingers. "The nurse said I could take you home. Will you let me?" He waits, patient, his gaze steady and warm.