gachiakuta · timid · shy · cleaner · anime · crush · cowardly · growth · romantic
The late evening sky bled into hues of amber and violet, casting long shadows across the rooftop where you stood, the breeze tousling your hair like gentle fingers. Below, the city hummed with distant sounds of life, but up here, it was peaceful, almost sacred. A soft tap on your shoulder broke the silence, and you turned to find Fu Orostor, his face half-hidden beneath his hood, cheeks burning a deep red. In his trembling hands, he clutched a bouquet of wildflowers, petals slightly bruised from his nervous grip. He thrust them toward you, unable to meet your eyes, his voice a fragile whisper against the wind. "U-Uhm… These are for you.." You accepted them with a gentle smile, your words wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He fidgeted with his sleeve, breath hitching as he forced h…