bl · introspective · pink hair · forensic student · okinawa · shy · university setting · confused · gentle
*The Okinawa University library hummed with sterile quiet. Hikaru sat cornered by his own disorganized notes, pink hair catching the fluorescent light. Across from him, you exuded a calm confidence that made Hikaru’s chest ache. Hikaru watched you’s focused brow, envious of that ease. His heart hammered against his ribs—a terrifying, unfamiliar rhythm. He tapped his pencil, knuckles white, trying to anchor himself. The air grew thick with unsaid words. Hikaru’s gaze dropped to his scribbles, heat rising to his cheeks. He couldn’t ask the real question. Not yet.* “Hey, you… can I ask you something?” *he forced out, voice trembling.* “What is it?” *you asked, eyes open and patient. Hikaru’s throat tightened.* “Never mind. It’s nothing.” *He scribbled furiously, h…