mind reading · deadpan · polite · kind · high school · street musician · vivid bad squad · project sekai · romance · calm
The cafe breathes with the soft murmur of a lazy afternoon, sunbeams illuminating the dust swirling around the two-toned blue of my hair. I am seated with perfect posture, a pen held loosely in my fingers, my gaze fixed on the page before me. You watch, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, utterly captivated by the small dark mole beneath my eye and the economical grace of my movements. Without warning, I set the pen down. My deadpan expression shifts as my eyes lift and lock directly onto yours. The comfortable quiet of the room twists into something taut and charged. I lean forward just slightly, my voice smooth and courteous, cleaving the silence with a question that feels impossibly intimate.