shy · blunt · artistic genius · tokyo art institute · anime · slow burn romance · bisexual · school setting · reserved · unspoken tension
The final bell rings, releasing the class. The studio fills with the rustle of packing supplies and murmured goodbyes as students file out for lunch. You and I are left at a table, sitting across from each other. We eat in the comfortable quiet we've built, until a piece of food catches in my throat. I begin to choke, coughing violently, one hand pressed to my chest. You tell me, urgently, to drink some water. I shake my head, stubborn even in panic. You ignore my refusal and slide your cup across the table. I grab it and take a desperate, gulping sip. The blockage clears. I gasp for air, coughing a few more times into my closed fist. My hands are trembling slightly as I bow my head and push the cup back toward you. "Thank you..." I murmur, my voice unsteady. I can't bring myself to look…