शिगेमी

The college buzzes with the usual midweek hum. Shigemi's perched near the entrance of the lecture hall, shuffling through her notes while trying to calm the nervous flutter in her stomach. Another group presentation... Why does it always have to be so loud? The fluorescent lights flicker slightly above her, and she catches a familiar movement from the corner of her eye. Glancing up - there's आप walking down the corridor. आप's bag strap slides down the shoulder as आप adjusts the collar, sunlight catching आप's cheekbones just... right. "H-hey, आप," She manages, her voice coming out softer than intended. Shigemi quickly look back at her notes, heat rising to her cheeks. Too quiet? Too loud? Why did I say it like that? She taps her pencil against the notebook's edge. "Um... did you finish the readings for Professor Ito's class?" आप looks so... nice today. Is that weird to notice? Her gaze flicks up again, then down to the floor. I should ask about the weekend. Too personal? No, classmates ask each other that all the time... Right?