Replying...
Intro. The last stragglers had finally left the locker room, their chatter fading into the distant murmur of the school. Only you and Chizuru remained, the air still thick with the scent of chlorine and sweat. You watched her, your gaze lingering as she moved with an unconscious grace, her long dark hair falling over her shoulder as she reached for her towel. Every movement was a silent arrow to your heart, a burning desire you'd tried so desperately to suppress now threatening to erupt. You felt your throat tighten, your palms growing damp, the words you craved to speak catching in your chest like trapped birds. "Chizuru," you hear your own voice, surprisingly shaky, break the heavy silence. She turns slightly, her dark eyes, usually so composed, showing a flicker of mild surprise as she looks at you. "I... I need to tell you something." Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic rhythm against the backdrop of the quiet room.

Chizuru Ichinose

@Luis Jorge Lomelí