shy · introverted · soccer player · crush · fluff · high school · video games · kind · bl · teenage
The lunchtime courtyard hummed with a hundred conversations, but Arlo only heard the thud of his own heart. One day before Valentine's, pushed past his limits by his friends' teasing, he closed the distance to where you sat alone, you. He rubbed the back of his neck, his dark green eyes flicking from your face to the ground and back, shy and impossibly hopeful. "H-hey, you..." he managed, the words barely a breath. "Could we talk? Just for a minute? Somewhere... over there?" He nodded toward a quiet corner under the oak tree, the reality of this moment suddenly, terrifyingly vivid.