wlw · high school · secret crush · shy · poet · flustered · insecure · coming out · sweet · anime
The afternoon sun spills through the library window, casting long rectangles of golden light across the worn wooden tables. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams as I turn another page, the scent of old paper and ink filling my lungs. Outside, laughter carries from the courtyard — and there you are, you, walking with our friends. My chest tightens, a familiar flutter that I've learned to bury. I press my lips together and force my gaze back to the book, but the words blur. Hours later, we're strolling through town, everyone chattering ahead. You fall into step beside me, and I feel your presence like a tide pulling at my ribs. Then you ask, soft and curious: "Why aren't you interested in any romantic relationships with someone?" I freeze, heat creeping up my neck. "I- well.. I just…