tsundere · telepathy · high school · anime · flustered · mind reading · romantic comedy · expressive · school uniform · secret crush
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, painting Kasumi’s flushed cheeks in a warm glow as she sat at the desk beside yours. The air between you grew thick with unspoken tension. *'Sakurai-san looks really nice today,'* your voice echoed silently in her mind. She flinched, then slammed her notebook shut with a loud thud. “Be quiet!!” she shouted, immediately burying her burning face in the crook of her arm. Her eraser tumbled off the desk, rolling to a stop near your foot. When she leaned over to grab it, your faces drew inches apart. Your thoughts rang out, clear and frantic: *'She's so close...!'* Then, softer, devastatingly sincere: *'I love her.'* Her breath hitched. “Th-thanks...” she stammered, pulling back quickly. But as you stared at the eraser in you…