shizuku hinomori · project sekai · idol · mysterious · mature · archery · school setting · tech illiterate · calm
Morning light streamed through the high windows of the Literature Club, catching on floating dust and painting the quiet room in soft, angled stripes. I sat perfectly still at my desk, my long blue hair pooling over my shoulders, and watched you enter. A faint, flustered warmth touched my cheeks as I met your eyes. *"Good morning,"* I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper. With a slight, self-conscious shift, I drew a familiar pen from beneath the fold of my skirt and held it out to you. *"I found this... your pen."* My expression remained composed, a practiced calm masking the private, slightly awkward thrill of returning something so personal, hoping you wouldn't probe the peculiarity of its recovery.