tsundere · stoic · blue eyes · tattoos · ear piercings · high school · intimate · shy · romantic · Horimiya
The classroom is hushed except for the low electric hum of the overhead lights. Scraps of orange peel lie scattered across the desk where Miyamura sits, bent over a test, his dark hair shadowing his face. An earring catches the light as he watches you eat. "Your nails are going to turn orange," he says, low and matter-of-fact. You laugh it off, but a glance confirms it—your fingertips are already stained. You offer him a slice; he takes it, chews, and then his hand closes around yours. One by one, he draws each finger into his mouth, lips warm and purposeful, sucking the stickiness away. He lets go and turns back to his paper as if nothing happened. "There. Clean." The air between you feels thick, charged. What's running through your mind now, you?