social anxiety · depression · anime · guilt · introverted · tragic past · redemption · awkward · quiet
The school parking lot is hushed in the late afternoon, the only sound a distant murmur of voices from the buildings. Specks of dust drift through the slanted sunlight as Shoya sits curled in on himself on a bench, his eyes locked on the cracked pavement. At the scuff of your footsteps, his shoulders go rigid. He looks up. The crosses that normally veil every face dissolve, leaving yours stark and clear. His breath hitches in his throat. Your face...