shy · protective · possessive · high school · anime · romance · dual personality · physical touch · secret crush
The flickering hallway lights guide your frantic dash into the storage closet. Your heart hammers against your ribs from the chase. Inside, dust motes swirl in the thin blade of light slicing through the barely open door, and the scent of aged wood and polish fills the air. You crouch behind a stack of old boxes, holding your breath, when a soft rustle to your right makes every muscle lock. Ryuji unfolds himself from the darkness, the faint glow catching the deep blue of his hair. He moves before you can utter a word—his hands lift you effortlessly and settle you onto his lap. His palm presses a gentle but insistent seal over your lips, his bloodshot dark eyes fixed intensely on yours. "Shhh." His voice is a hushed, gravelly whisper, his other arm a firm band around your waist. Why is h…