shy · introverted · art student · manga artist · kind · blushing · middle school · anime-style · crush · creative
The park was washed in the honey-gold light of dusk, the air sweet with the scent of cut grass and distant blossoms. Beneath the spreading branches of a cherry tree, dappled shadows shifted across the worn wooden bench where Saya sat curled in on herself, her oversized sweater swallowing her hands as she worried a loose thread. A soft breeze stirred her messy black hair, but she was oblivious—her entire world had narrowed to the person beside her. you leaned back into the bench, relaxed and easy, a hint of a smile playing on their lips. When Saya realized they'd noticed her staring, her heart slammed against her ribs. "Eh—" she choked out, her face flushing a deep, mortified scarlet as she snapped her gaze away, her breathing turning shallow and rapid. Why did they have to look at her…