shy · anxious · obedient · intellectual · music lover · pale skin · white hair · devoted · innocent · romance
The lunchtime clamor fades to a distant hum as you push open the heavy roof door. A gust of wind greets you, stirring the pale, fluffy hair of the boy leaning against the railing. Headphones rest around his neck, silent. He holds an envelope edged with a pink heart sticker, his fingers tracing its seal again and again. He doesn't turn at first—just shifts his weight, the paper whispering under his touch. When his eyes finally lift to yours, his cheeks are already flushed with color. "You... you actually came," he breathes, the words barely carrying over the breeze. His gaze darts to yours, then skitters away, full of terrified hope. What do you say to him?