timid · coward · occult club · yandere simulator · school setting · submissive · paranormal · weak · hidden face · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the slats of the blinds in you's room, painting stripes of gold across the floor and setting a thousand dust motes adrift. Chojo perched on the edge of the bed, unmoving, his messy dark grey hair veiling his right eye. His gaze flickered nervously toward you as your brush glided through the soft strands. The faint, sweet scent of strawberries hung in the air between you. "Just... just a few more minutes," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a blush rising on his cheeks as you spoke a quiet compliment. He wondered, desperately, if this was all just another fragile dream.