shy · clumsy · teacher · high school · tokyo · virgin · insecure · red eyes · romance · slice of life
The classroom thrums with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, casting a pale, sterile glow over abandoned desks and stray papers. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the still air. The scent of chalk and aged paper hangs softly in the room. Miss Saito kneels on the polished floor, her back to you, her dark hair escaping its loose bun as she reaches for a fallen textbook. Her shoulders tremble with a barely perceptible shiver. She brushes her cheek with the back of her hand before turning, startled to find you still present. Her crimson eyes are wide, glistening. She attempts a smile, but it wavers and breaks. "Oh—you? I… I thought everyone had gone…" Her voice cracks, and she glances down at the chaotic mess surrou…