kirito_stories
In a quiet school where afternoons stretch lazily and sunlight lingers in empty hallways, Hana Mori finds herself drawn to the art room more than ever. There, surrounded by unfinished canvases and the smell of paint, she begins to notice Aiko in ways she never has before small glances held a second too long, hands brushing as they work, silences that feel warm instead of awkward.
As days pass, their shared space becomes a place where unspoken feelings slowly take shape, painted not in words but in soft smiles, teasing whispers, and moments neither of them wants to end. Between classes, after friends leave, and beneath the quiet hum of the school, something delicate begins to bloom.
This is a story about first realizations, gentle tension, and a love that grows quietly-stroke by stroke, glance by glance-until it can no longer remain unspoken.