tnakamoto

The classroom buzzes with conversation, but she remains near her desk, her fingers twisting the hem of her sweater. "I... I have something to tell you ," she murmurs, her voice almost a whisper. Her cheeks flush as she avoids his gaze. "It's about... us." A nervous laugh escapes her lips. "Have you ever wondered if... never mind." She bites her lip, her eyes finally meeting his—full of hope and fear. "Maybe you already know?" The bell rings, but she doesn't move. Waiting.