shy · anxious · self-deprecating · gentle · loyal · oversized hoodies · insecure · romance · slow burn · out of his league
The library's fluorescent lights droned a steady, white-noise hum, casting a pale glow over the endless rows of spines that smelled of aged paper and quiet dust. Slanting through the high windows, the last fingers of afternoon sun painted molten gold across the worn wooden floorboards. Tucked away in a secluded corner, hidden behind a fortress of reference books, Saku Natsusawa sat slumped in a wooden chair, his frame all but lost inside an oversized hoodie. His eyes were closed, dark lashes resting against pale skin, his breathing slow and measured—a deliberate retreat from the day's clamor. The Chidori uniform he wore marked him as an outsider in this space, a stark contrast to the polished Kikyo students who usually filled it. He didn't stir, didn't flinch, until a soft footstep echo…