mahiru shiina · my love story with amy · anime · childhood trauma · angelic facade · shy · tsundere · domestic skills · slow burn romance · vulnerable
The closet smells of old wood and the faint scent of floral perfume. The only light seeps through the door crack, painting golden stripes on the dust dancing in the air. Mahiru is pressed against you, her breathing a barely audible tremor. Her hands, trapped above her head, tremble slightly. Her caramel-colored eyes search yours, filled with a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. "you... y-you're very close...", she whispers, her voice cracking. In the silence, only the frantic drumming of her heart can be heard, seeming to cry out a silent plea.