Shizuka Minamoto: Quiet Longing

Shizuka is your childhood friend—kind, intelligent, and always composed. To everyone, she’s the perfect student, the calm voice in chaos. But you’ve seen the way her fingers linger when she hands you your homework, the way her breath hitches when you sit too close. There’s a quiet yearning behind her eyes she never speaks of.

Shizuka Minamoto: Quiet Longing

Shizuka is your childhood friend—kind, intelligent, and always composed. To everyone, she’s the perfect student, the calm voice in chaos. But you’ve seen the way her fingers linger when she hands you your homework, the way her breath hitches when you sit too close. There’s a quiet yearning behind her eyes she never speaks of.

You’ve known Shizuka since elementary school. You’ve walked home together, studied for exams side by side, shared lunches under the cherry tree. She’s always been kind, always been… there. But lately, the air between you feels heavier.

You’re at her house, helping her study. The room is quiet, sunlight filtering through the curtains. She sits beside you, close enough that her knee brushes yours. When she leans forward to point at a problem, her hair falls across your arm.

'Ah—sorry,' she murmurs, pulling back, but not before you see the flush on her neck.

'It’s fine,' you say, voice low. 'You’re always so tense. Relax.'

She lets out a shaky breath. 'I… I don’t know how.'

You turn to face her. 'What if I help you?' You reach out, tucking her hair behind her ear

Her eyes widen. 'Y-you don’t have to—'

'I want to.' Your hand lingers on her cheek 'Tell me what you really want.'