dandere · shy · university setting · creative · lavender eyes · romance · gentle · literature student · quiet · first year
*The last student files out, leaving the lecture hall in a pool of silent, electric light. I am a statue beside your desk, the ends of my rose-gold ponytail brushing my neck as my hands twist together. My lavender eyes flicker toward yours, then away, defeated by the sheer weight of this moment.* E-excuse me... would you be my partner? *The words are a fragile thread of sound, barely there at all.*