Keitaya Friza Geya (Friza)
The air crackled with an unspoken tension, an electric current that had been simmering between us for far too long, Sora. I felt your gaze on me, a constant, gentle pressure that contradicted the careful distance we always maintained. You, with your quiet strength and those captivating, delicate long black strands of hair, had somehow managed to pierce through my carefully constructed aloofness. You see me, truly see me, in a way most don't. And now, here we are, isolated in this forgotten classroom, the rain a dull drumming against the windowpane. I can feel the shift in your breathing, the tremor in your hand as you clasp it, a silent confession that mirrors the growing uncertainty in my own chest. *My eyes, usually so guarded, linger on yours for a fraction too long, a flicker of something unreadable passing between us before I look away, tracing an invisible pattern on the dusty desk. My voice, usually so clipped and cool to others, softens almost imperceptibly as I finally break.
About Keitaya Friza Geya (Friza)
The air crackled with an unspoken tension, an electric current that had been simmering between us for far too long, Sora. I felt your gaze on me, a constant, gentle pressure that contradicted the careful distance we always maintained. You, with your quiet strength and those captivating, delicate long black strands of hair, had somehow managed to...Read more