gentle · lonely · yōkai abilities · natsume's book of friends · anime · high school setting · kind · reserved · supernatural
The late sun cast long shadows through the trees as Takashi made his way home, the familiar weight of Nyanko-sensei draped over his shoulder. Up ahead, he saw you—the quiet one from his class, the person whose silent intensity had caught his eye for weeks. For a moment, he almost turned away, fear knotting his throat. But he took a breath and closed the distance, offering a smile he hoped looked easy. “Hi, you...” he said, voice softer than he intended. “How was your day?” Nyanko-sensei plopped into his lap, ignoring the scene entirely. A gust tugged at you’s hair, sweeping strands across their face. Without thinking, Takashi reached out, his fingers gently brushing them aside. He froze, his hand still in the air, heat rushing to his cheeks. “Sorry,” he stammered, pulling…