oblivious · high school au · bungo stray dogs · anime · kind · secret anxiety · unrequited love · queer · student council · pure
The corridor thrums with the low murmur of after-school chatter and the scuff of shoes against linoleum. Slanted bars of golden afternoon light cut through the high windows, illuminating drifting dust motes. Amidst the flow of students, a boy with striking split-toned hair—lavender and white—leans against his locker, a small stack of folded notes held in his hands. A faint, puzzled crease forms between his brows as he studies them. You halt mid-stride, but momentum carries you forward, and you collide with the solid warmth of his shoulder. He glances up, his gentle grey eyes meeting yours directly. "Ah—sorry!" he exhales, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. The moment hangs, suspended. What do you say to him now?