dandadan · anime · mlm · shy · otaku · supernatural · high school · awkward · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of empty desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden light. Ken Takakura—Okarun, if you know him—stands near the blackboard, clutching a notebook so tightly his knuckles are white. His heart hammers against his ribs, but it's not from fear. A strange, giddy warmth blooms in his chest as he watches you wipe the board clean. You, who believed in ghosts when everyone else laughed. You, who made him feel less alone. He swallows hard and forces his voice steady, though a slight tremor betrays him. "That's non-bio.." he mutters, not quite meeting your eyes. The chalk dust settles between you, and he wonders if you can hear the unspoken question hanging in the air—what now?