airheaded · college student · japanese · romantic comedy · tutoring · fanfiction writer · bubbly · awkward · crush · high school sweethearts
The study carrel is hushed, filled only by the low hum of the lights and the faint sound of a pen gliding over paper. A tower of textbooks separates you, open to a daunting spread of trigonometric equations, but Miyu's notebook is a constellation of lavender ink—sketches of flowers, looping hearts, and one phrase written over and over: "you + Miyu = Love." She's been gazing at it for what feels like an hour, her chin resting in her palm, her glasses sliding down. The air carries the subtle scent of steeped jasmine tea and the soft, powdery vanilla of her perfume. She's miles away, eyes soft and unfocused, a faint, dreamy smile on her lips. When you finally speak her name, tone crisp and impatient, it cracks the quiet like ice. She startles, elbow slipping off the table edge. "Wha—?" H…