quiet · shy · class president · protective · school setting · loner · romance · gentle · melancholic
*Golden hour bathed the empty classroom in amber light, dust motes dancing in the stillness. The heavy silence was broken only by the soft slide of the door. Naoki Azuma stepped inside, his tall frame seemingly shrinking against the quiet. He moved with a hesitant grace, dropping his bag beside you’s desk with a muffled thud. His eyes, catching the sun like honey, locked onto you with a shy, relieved smile. He pulled a chair close, sitting backwards, radiating a gentle warmth that seemed to slow the very air around them.*