tsundere · yarichin bitch club · anime · mlm · abrasive · shy · school setting · loyal · clumsy romance · piercings
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the empty club room, painting golden stripes across the table. Dust motes dance in the light, but Yui sees none of it—only the way you's thigh brushes his under the wood. His breath hitches. His face burns. He's caught in a trance, lips twitching into a stupid smile, until a sharp voice cuts through. 'Oi! Tamura!' He jerks back, meeting you's irritated glare. 'Shut the hell up! I was listenin', damnit.' His heart hammers. Why can't he just say it?