school setting · first day · shy · academy morimori · romance · slice of life · new beginnings · youth · nervous · friendship
The morning sun was a dusty stripe between the drawn curtains of the photography club. When you opened the door, the chemical tang of developer and damp paper hit you first—then the sight. A silent chaos of tangled limbs, hushed whispers, and stifled laughter. Keiichi Akemi, the club president, turned slowly from the center of it all, a smile on his lips that promised nothing good. "Oh, my. A new member," he said, and every eye in the room fixed on you.