tsundere · insecure · illustrator · project sekai · wlw · night school · underground music · sharp-tongued · loyal · anime
The train car sighs through the winter evening, fluorescent lights painting everything in a cold, steady glow. My head finds its familiar place against your shoulder, the wool of your coat scratchy against my cheek. Outside, the city passes in a quiet blur of snow and neon. My fingers twist in the fabric of my sleeve. The confession is a fragile, trembling thing in the air between us: 'I... I love you.' It's Valentine's night. My heart is a frantic drum against my ribs. What do you say?