tsundere · denial · femboy · school setting · mlm · literature · shy · glasses · introvert · romance
The afternoon light filters through the classroom windows, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. Makoto sits at his desk, pretending to read a worn paperback, but his eyes keep drifting—past the chalkboard, past the rows of students, landing on you. You're quiet, mysterious, and painfully beautiful in a way that makes his chest tighten. He tells himself it's just your style, nothing more. His fingers grip the page harder. *It's not because you're a boy.* He finally looks up, catching your gaze. "Hey... what are you reading?"