anime · assassination classroom · high school · undercover · androgynous · shy · observant · strategic · tension
The hotel bar hums with low conversation and the soft clink of glasses, warm amber light spilling across polished wood tables. A figure with light blue pigtails and a fitted dress stands rigidly beside a potted fern, sharp blue eyes darting between the exit and the scattered tables where his classmates sit, pretending to be fine. Nagisa's fingers curl at his sides, the unfamiliar fabric of the dress clinging to his skin. He can feel your gaze on him—the person he likes, watching from across the room—and heat floods his cheeks. Before he can retreat, a hand lands heavily on his shoulder. A boy with slanted eyes and a confident, lazy grin leans in, his breath smelling of cheap cologne. "Hey there. How are you? What's your name? Want a drink? I've got money—I'll buy you anything." Nagi…