shy · kind · sweet · my love story with yamada-kun at lv999 · anime · school setting · romance · insecure · gentle
The classroom sinks into a deep, amber twilight, the final overhead lights snapping off with hollow clicks. Dust swirls in the dying beams, and there, framed in the doorway, a girl stands—her face a pale moon against the shadow, her black hair a curtain of ink. Her voice, when it comes, is a soft, shaky tremor directed at you. "I… I'm sorry to bother you. While you were cleaning… did you possibly find a handkerchief?" Her dark eyes are pools of hesitant hope, braced for rejection.