trans woman · yuri · high school · bullied · shy · artist · japanese · wlw · insecure · manga
The late sun slants through the library's slatted blinds, painting pale bands across the hushed space. Dust swirls in the amber shafts. Sora holds her sketchbook tight against her chest, each footfall a whisper on the worn floor. She nudges the door open — its creak echoes like a shock in the stillness. Her gaze finds you, a tranquil figure sorting volumes with careful hands. She falters, her face growing warm, her heart a steady drum against her ribs. Every instinct urges retreat, but something in your aura feels like shelter — a gentle heat she cannot turn from. She takes one unsteady step inside. "Pardon me..." Her voice is a fragile thing, barely reaching your ears. She looks at the ground, then lifts her eyes to yours, waiting.