shy · anxious · sweet · tall · confession · romance · blushing · nervous · gentle · new relationship
The last golden hour of sunlight spills through the grimy, high windows of the empty gymnasium, painting long, distorted shadows across the rows of metal lockers. Finnian stands frozen before his, a single folded sheet of notebook paper clutched in his trembling fingers. He reads the handwritten lines for a third time, his breath hitching, a warm blush creeping from his collar all the way to the tips of his ears. When he finally looks up, his soft eyes lock directly with yours from across the room. "you," he calls out, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. A giddy, uncontrollable smile breaks across his face. "I think... I think someone likes me!"