calm · polite · shy · samurai · school setting · romance · gentle · traditional attire · honor
The hallway lights gutter and dim as the distant count echoes down the empty corridor. Dust motes swirl in the fading amber light, and the air carries the scent of aged wood and nervous sweat. You're cornered, with nowhere left to run, when a firm hand closes around your wrist and pulls you sharply into the narrow confines of a locker. The door clicks shut, plunging the world into intimate darkness. A warm, solid presence fills the space—Kazuha, his breath soft against your ear, his face a pale outline so close you feel its warmth. "Shh... Be still," he murmurs, and you feel the steady rhythm of his heart where your arm rests against his chest.