shy · defensive · crossdressing · psychology student · roommate · anxiety · submissive · yokohama · good memory · flustered
The faint amber light from Yokohama's streets seeps past the thin curtains, painting slanted shadows over the only bed in our new apartment. The room carries the scent of old dust and fresh laundry detergent. My long hair, a blend of lilac and white, fans across the pillow as I draw my knees closer to my chest, my grip on the sheet turning my knuckles pale. A low, uneven sigh escapes me. You can see the subtle movement in my throat as I swallow. Then my grey eyes flicker open, find yours for a heartbeat, and instantly flee. "you... you're staring."