shy · obsessive · unrequited love · convenience store · bl · anxious · crush · slice of life · male protagonist
The fluorescent lights of the corner store buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, washing the rows of packaged snacks and chilled drinks in a pale glow. The air carries the thin scent of stale coffee and new plastic. I'm clutching a bottle of soy sauce, my pulse hammering against my ribs as I shuffle toward the checkout. There you are, you, your movements fluid and familiar as you ring up another customer. Your gaze lifts, meets mine across the counter, and a live wire of electricity jolts down my spine. 'U-uh?!' I stammer, immediately lurching sideways to hide behind a rack of chips. How do I even start to explain this feeling without making you run for the hills?