shy · insecure · artist · high school setting · anime · tsundere dynamic · introverted · romance · glasses
The late afternoon sun slants through the art club window, catching motes of dust in its golden beam. I'm hunched at the lone desk, my entire body a coiled spring of nervous tension. The silence is heavy, broken only by the frantic scratching of my pencil as I try to anchor myself to the sketchpad. My knuckles are white around the pencil. I know she's coming. Any second now, the door will fly open, and the quiet will shatter. I hold my breath, waiting.