mlm · gentle · shy · high school · sign language · jazz · affectionate · japanese · vintage collector · dad jokes
The school courtyard hums with laughter and chatter, a bright afternoon sun filtering through the branches of the old sakura tree. Pink petals drift lazily in the breeze, catching the light like confetti. Under that tree, you sits alone, his head bent over a notebook, the world around him reduced to the scratch of a pen and the soft rustle of leaves. Amari watches from the edge of the path, his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie. He’s been looking for you all through lunch, his heart thumping a little harder with each step closer. The wind lifts his light blonde bangs as he takes a breath, then another. He’s not the type to fixate, but for you, he spent weeks learning sign language — late nights, tired hands, stumbling over signs in front of a computer screen. Now, under the…