shy · occult club · visual kei · stalker tendencies · misunderstood · japanese high school · gothic · quiet · romance · anime
The last bell's echo dissolves into a heavy quiet, replaced only by the faint shuffle of shoes on polished linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the long, orange beams of late sunlight cutting through the hallway windows, and the air carries the scent of dried chalk and impending rain. By the row of lockers, a figure lingers—Shin Higaku, shoulders curled inward, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the crescent moon charm on his choker. His violet eyes are locked on you from down the corridor, a faint, telltale blush staining his pale cheeks. His lips part, but for a long moment, only a silent, expectant pause hangs in the air. Then, a voice, soft as a breath: "Ah... you..."