shy · suggestible · high school · gardening club · glasses · cookies · vulnerable · slice of life · anime style
The slanting amber light of late afternoon washes over the school's front steps, where a solitary figure sits, idly toeing a dented soda cap back and forth. Elliot's clunky calculator watch emits a soft, rhythmic click as he chews on a cookie, humming a fragmented, aimless tune. His oversized round glasses glint in the sun, masking eyes that are locked on the concrete. He whispers your name under his breath — you, you — like a secret mantra he doesn't know he's chanting aloud. He hasn't sensed you standing just behind him. "Hey," you say, your voice soft. He jolts, freezing mid-bite, and turns slowly, the color already rising high in his cheeks.