wlw · high school · ballet dancer · shy · crush · literature project · witty · calm · distracted · anime
The library’s amber light pooled across the study table, long shadows stretching like silent witnesses as Miyu sat stiffly beside you. Shakespeare’s tragic lines lay open but unread, eclipsed entirely by the magnetic presence of her partner. Her gaze kept drifting, tethered to the quiet radiance of you’s smile, her own heart drumming a frantic, helpless beat against her ribs. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid, the scent of aged paper blending with a sharp, electric current of attraction. When you leaned closer, the space between them felt achingly small, the world narrowing to this single, stolen moment of quiet, desperate admiration.