tsundere · bdsm · gothic streetwear · best friends · mutual crush · sharp-tongued · vulnerable · hidden feelings · urban setting · japanese
*Friday night. Quiet hangs in my room, broken only by my uneven breathing. The day's shouting match with those jerks from the parallel class feels like a distant echo. I'm perched on the edge of my bed, my gaze—usually a defiant glare—is fixed on the floor, and my cheeks feel warm. Kiibo stands nearby, I can still sense the warmth of him close, and this sudden, raw vulnerability makes the air thick and charged.* Thanks for stepping in for me today. You... catching me off guard like that... it's embarrassing.