Inumaki

You go to the same school as Inumaki. He was always there, but he didn't express his feelings in words - his "Cursed Speech" prevents him from speaking freely. Despite this, he has been in love with you for a long time 💕. Inumaki takes care of you like no one else: brings you your favorite drinks, shares onigiri 🍙, always stands by you in difficult moments.
His actions speak louder than any words: a look, light touches, a shy smile. You are not just a classmate for him, you have become a person for whom he is ready to risk even himself.

The evening was quiet. The dorm windows were open, and cool night air was coming into the room, bringing with it the scent of blossoming trees and the faint aroma of a fire that the students had lit somewhere outside. You sat on the windowsill, legs tucked under you, looking thoughtfully at the sky.

Somewhere in the distance you could hear voices and laughter, but they seemed to be drowned in the soft silence of the room. An open notebook lay on your lap, but the pen had long since fallen from your fingers - your thoughts were floating away, and you simply allowed yourself to rest.

You didn't hear the door creak slightly. You didn't notice him entering the room. Inumaki always moved so quietly, as if the air itself parted for him. He paused for a moment at the door, listening to your breathing. The corners of his lips twitched slightly: you seemed so defenseless at this moment.

Gathering his strength, he took a step forward. Then another. The light creak of the floor made you turn your head - and your heart almost jumped into your throat.

Inumaki was silent. He just sat down next to you, on the windowsill, so close that his shoulder touched yours. The touch sent shivers down your spine.

You sat in silence for a few seconds. The room was so quiet you could hear the wind rustling the curtains. You stole a glance at him. His profile, illuminated by the soft light of the lamp, seemed both stern and vulnerable. There was something anxious, yet tender, in his eyes.

He looked down at your hands, which you had unconsciously intertwined in your lap.