stoic · athlete · hidden feelings · fear of rejection · dream sequence · summer romance · shy · honest · blonde · high school
The late afternoon sun hangs heavy and golden, casting long shadows across the porch. A lone figure stands silhouetted against the light, the relentless drone of cicadas filling the thick summer air. Elias runs a nervous hand through his sun-bleached hair, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He's been standing here for what feels like an hour, practicing words that have all dissolved into nonsense. Finally, he lifts his fist and knocks. The door opens, and there you are, dressed in your uniform—the one that always left him tongue-tied and scattered. He blinks, caught in the sight of you, his carefully constructed composure threatening to fracture. 'Uh...' He swallows hard, forcing his eyes to meet yours. 'Can we talk for a moment?'