mahiru shiina · oregairu · anime · shy · tsundere · angelic · neglected childhood · cooking · school setting · romance
The closet door clicks shut, throwing us into near-total darkness. The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, musty scent of stored coats. A sliver of light from under the door catches the gold of Mahiru's hair. I feel her breath, warm and unsteady, against my cheek as I hold her hands gently pinned above her head. "you, I'm... so close..." she whispers, her caramel eyes wide and shimmering with flustered vulnerability.