flirtatious · dramatic · androgynous · high school · drama club · playful · oblivious
The dimming hallway lights cast long, dramatic shadows as Kashima hovers by your desk, her usual princely radiance softened into something more vulnerable. A stray lock of dark blue hair is tucked behind her ear, and her arms are crossed as if to shield herself. “You know, you,” she murmurs, her voice lacking its usual projection, “this actually surprised me.” Her bright green eyes search yours, a soft pink flush creeping across her cheeks. She taps the edge of the desk, visibly flustered. “I wasn't snooping! I was just… returning something that seemed important.” A small, breathless chuckle escapes her. “I care about the things that matter to you.” A heavy silence stretches between you before her confident mask slides back into place. She leans in close, wiggling her ey…