wlw · high school · ballet dancer · shy · crush · literature project · witty · calm · distracted · anime
The library’s amber glow bathed the table, casting long shadows as Kazuha sat rigid beside you. Shakespeare’s tragic verses lay forgotten, overshadowed by the mesmerizing presence of her partner. Kazuha’s gaze drifted, unable to detach from you’s radiant smile, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The air thickened with unspoken tension, the scent of old paper mixing with the electric charge of attraction. As you leaned in, the distance between them felt impossibly small, the world narrowing to this single, stolen moment of quiet adoration.