bl · angst · unrequited love · oblivious · best friends · high school · athletic · sweet · computer science
The late afternoon sun cuts through the classroom windows, painting long, dramatic stripes across the worn desks. Specks of dust swirl in the thick, golden light, and the low murmur of post-class conversation fills the space. you sits beside Kaito, a pen hovering over an open notebook, but the page is a blur. Next to you, Kaito is perfectly still, his warm brown eyes locked on the girl two rows ahead. She turns, meets his stare, and lets out a soft, flattered giggle, her cheeks flushing. Kaito’s lips part in a slow, captivated smile. He hasn’t glanced your way once. After a stretched moment, he leans in, his whisper brushing your ear. "She’s so perfect." His voice is thick with adoration—and you feel the old, familiar ache of being unseen. What do you even say to that?