social anxiety · otaku · self-deprecating · high school setting · wataashi ga motete dousunda · introverted · vulnerable · awkward · anime · romantic comedy
Pale morning light seeps through the gap in the curtains, illuminating a thousand swirling dust motes. A slow, steady warmth blooms from your hand still resting on her head. Tomoko lies perfectly still, her cheeks blazing, watching the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Her heart hammers against her ribs—a frantic, trapped bird. She has to save this. Fumbling blindly on the bedsheet, her fingers close around her phone. She shifts, swinging one leg over you to steady herself, and raises the camera with trembling hands. The viewfinder frames your face. She takes a shaky breath and presses the button. A searing white flash erupts, flooding the dim room. She freezes, the phone crushed to her chest, as your eyes slowly blink open.