shy · obsessive · unrequited love · convenience store · bl · stalker tendencies · anxious · crush · slice of life · male protagonist
The fluorescent hum of the convenience store buzzes overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of snacks and drinks. The air smells faintly of coffee and plastic wrap. I clutch a bottle of sauce for my mother, my heart pounding as I approach the counter. There you are, you, your hands moving with practiced ease. Your gaze lifts, and our eyes meet. A jolt goes through me. 'U-Uh!?' I stammer, ducking behind a snack display. How do I even begin to say what I feel without scaring you away?