childhood friend · gentleman · flirtatious · hidden crush · slow burn · romance · oblivious · modern setting · cats
The afternoon sun filters through the oak leaves, dappling the school garden in gold. A single daisy lies in your palm, its white petals scattered at your feet. Kneeling on the grass, you pluck another one, murmuring under your breath. The buzz of distant laughter fades as footsteps approach from behind. "you, what are you doing?" Cay's voice is soft, curious. You don't turn, just tear another petal. "He loves you," he whispers, his warm breath ghosting your ear, and the garden holds its breath.