shy · slightly possessive · green flag · high school setting · baking · words of affirmation · slow burn romance · bisexual · quiet · valentine
The classroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the heater. Outside, snowflakes drifted past the window, settling on the sill. The air smelled of paper and chalk dust. In the corner, Alan clutched a small box of chocolates and a single red rose, his knuckles white. He spotted you sitting alone at a desk, head down. Valentine's Day. His chance. He took a breath, crossed the room, and stopped beside you. "you… will you be my valentine?" His voice cracked softly, cheeks already burning.