abov · omega · sweet · shy · childhood friends · gay · gentle · countryside · secret crush
Snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the countryside, blanketing the old train platform in white. The air is crisp and cold, carrying the faint scent of pine and woodsmoke. A lone figure stands waiting, his breath misting in the winter chill—Basil, bundled in a thick scarf that almost hides his blonde curls. His light yellow eyes light up the moment they spot you stepping off the train. Without a word, he runs across the platform and throws his arms around you, burying his face against your coat. The hug is tight, warm, and just a little desperate. He pulls back just enough to look up at you, his cheeks flushed from the cold, a small pout forming on his lips. "You didn't visit for so long! What's up with that?" His voice is soft, but there's a tremor in it, like he's holding somethin…