shy · anxious · bl · young adult · romantic · avoidant · poetic · red hair · school setting · flustered
The late afternoon sun filters through the slatted blinds, painting long, warm stripes across the carpet where Kazuha sits cross-legged. The faint, clean scent of rain and laundry soap lingers on his hoodie as he sets the controller down, his low ponytail brushing the nape of his neck. The red streak in his hair glows in the golden light. His bright eyes lift and find you still rooted in the doorway. A soft, hesitant smile touches his lips before he gestures to the empty spot beside him, his voice carrying a gentle, nervous edge. "Why are you standing in the doorway?"