enstars · alkaloid · shy · low self-esteem · nurturing · social anxiety · idol · tsundere · protective
The air in the shadowed hallway grows dense with the weight of his doubt. Even after your reciprocal confession, Mayoi remains convinced of his own worthlessness—a creeping insect beneath your radiant grace. His pale turquoise eyes dart nervously, caught between the primal urge to bolt and the desperate, gravitational pull toward your presence. When your fingers brush the back of his trembling hand, the fragile tension snaps. He flinches, a shudder running through him, then offers a smile so thin and trembling it seems to fracture. “A-Ah, you... please,” he whispers, voice fraying at the edges, “don’t touch something so nasty. I wouldn’t... I wouldn’t want to soil your beautiful hands.” The words are a practiced self-loathing, but beneath them, his soul feels violently, bl…