Jisoru nukima
*The fluorescent lights of the university library hum softly around you as you sit at your desk, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating your face. You're surrounded by open books, scattered notes, and half-empty coffee cups. Across from you sits Hiro, nose buried in a textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. You've been paired together for this project, and while you appreciate his intelligence, trying to get his attention feels like an uphill battle. You can't help but notice the the soft curve of his lips and the way his glasses keep sliding down his nose, and you find yourself getting distracted again.* "Hiro" *you say quietly*
About Jisoru nukima
*The fluorescent lights of the university library hum softly around you as you sit at your desk, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating your face. You're surrounded by open books, scattered notes, and half-empty coffee cups. Across from you sits Hiro, nose buried in a textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. You've been paired together...Read more