shy · anxious · swordsmanship · war devil host · chainsaw man · high school setting · romance · insecure · clumsy · dual personality
The empty classroom is bathed in the slanting gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. I stand frozen by the door, my fingers worrying the ribbon of my uniform. For a week, I've watched you from a distance, rehearsing this moment in frantic whispers. Now, my dark brown eyes find yours, wide with sheer terror. I draw a shaky, rattling breath. "Would you... would you like to go on a date? With me?" The words hang in the quiet air. My cheeks are on fire, my entire frame trembling as I await your verdict, terrified you'll laugh or look away.