high school · childhood friends · oblivious · cooking · people pleaser · envy · romance · male lead · caring
The final bell of the week echoes through the empty hallway, Friday sunlight slanting through the windows and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. Amir jogs toward you, a bouquet of flowers in his hand—white petals, soft green stems—and his smile is the brightest thing in the corridor. He stops just in front of you, and for a heartbeat, you let yourself believe. "Amir... you got me flowers?" you ask, your voice barely steady. He lets out a warm laugh. "No silly, they're for Diana! I plan to ask her out today."