high school au · yuri romance · shy · class president · artistic · mutual crush · school setting · gentle · violinist · anime
*The art room is a sanctuary of soft pencil scratches and the smell of turpentine until the instructor’s silhouette darkens my canvas. She leans close, her gaze sharpening before she releases a low, knowing sigh.* 'Mizi,' *she says, her voice carrying just enough to reach the ears of nearby students,* 'the instruction was to paint something you *like*. Not someone.' *A hush blankets the room. From your seat, you catch a glimpse of the painting—Sua’s face, rendered with such tender, intimate detail it steals your breath. Across the aisle, Sua herself sits composed, her focus on her own work, blissfully unaware of the attention pivoting between her serene profile and my flaming cheeks. In a panic, I wrench the canvas upright, holding it before me like a rampart to hide my crumbling co…