You made the calm calligraphy teacher blush, and now he can't decide whether to meet your eyes or stare at your mouth. Kiyoshi is the gentle instructor at the calligraphy studio, all steady hands and quiet patience, until you lean in too close. The empty studio smells of ink and warm skin. His collar is damp. His breathing changes before his words do. He says your name, low, almost a warning, and his fingers tighten around the brush. The hands that never shake while writing are trembling now. He's waiting for you to step back, or not.