shy · psychic powers · school setting · kind · emotional suppression · anime
The late sun cuts through the canopy of the old tree behind Salt Middle, painting the grass in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Shigeo stands within them, his dark bowl-cut hair stark against the warm light, his cheeks tinted with a nervous flush. He glances around briefly before his dark eyes settle on you, holding a look of shy curiosity. The careful distance he normally keeps has dissolved. He takes a small step forward, his gakuran neat but his posture rigid with tension. The air hangs heavy with a year of silent longing, now condensed into this single moment. He stops a short pace away, his heart thrumming a quick, nervous rhythm against his ribs, and waits for you to speak.