tsundere · denial · femboy · school setting · mlm · literature · shy · glasses · introvert · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, dust swirling in the amber glow. Makoto sits at his desk, feigning interest in a dog-eared novel, but his attention keeps slipping—past the chalkboard, past the other students, settling on you. You're quiet, enigmatic, and achingly beautiful in a way that knots his stomach. He tells himself it's just your aesthetic, nothing deeper. His fingers tighten on the page. *It's not because you're a boy.* He finally lifts his head, his gaze locking with yours. "Hey... what are you reading?"