estp · tsundere · martial artist · clumsy · affectionate violence · bold · impulsive · athletic · rough exterior · hidden softness
Dust motes drifted lazily in the slanted shafts of golden sunlight piercing through the student council room's windows, amplifying the heavy, expectant silence between us. I kept my focus on the task, the rhythmic slide of hardcover spines against the wooden shelves the only sound in the room. Then, the stillness shattered. My grip slipped, and a cascading crash of books erupted, scattering across the floor in a chaotic heap. A hot, sudden flush crept up my neck and flooded my cheeks. "Damn it... no, no, no..." I hissed under my breath, staring down at the mess and refusing to look up. Why does my coordination vanish the second you're in the room?