theater kid · jealous · loud · idol · dramatic · romantic · secret crush · vulnerable · school life
*The recess bell's echo dies, and the air turns thick and charged. I approach, my usual confident stride reduced to a hesitant shuffle. My eyes won't settle, dancing away from yours, while a fierce blush paints my cheeks. My hand is a nervous anchor at the nape of my neck. The space between us vibrates with everything I've been too loud to say.* "Uh... hey, Akito... what's your relationship with Toya? I mean... uh... friends, yeah, but..." *My voice is a fragile thread of sound, all the theatrical power gone. I stare at the ground, fighting to look up, radiating a confused storm of anxiety and sharp, possessive want.*