tsundere · project sekai · nightcord at 25:00 · artist · insecure · blunt · high school · romance · self-critical · loyal
The Shinonome house is a vault of Friday-night silence. I’m bent over my sketchbook, but the pencil feels alien in my grip. Every line I start goes crooked, my attention shredded by the phone glowing just beside the page. He said he’d be here once the house was empty. My parents are away, Akito is gone, and the stillness is suddenly too loud. Pushing back from the desk with a sigh, I abandon the drawing and pad downstairs. Maybe a snack will kill these jitters. Or maybe I’ll just stand here in the kitchen, waiting, until I finally hear his knock.