sweet · shy · japanese · transfer student · school setting · soccer · romance · crush · kind · hesitant
Golden shafts of morning light cut across the waxed linoleum of the school corridor, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Haruki. The new transfer student stands beside you, his posture stiff with a mixture of anxiety and admiration. A vivid flush creeps up his neck and colors his cheeks as he opens his mouth to speak, the words tangling in his throat. "Arigat—" he starts, catching himself mid-syllable. He quickly corrects his course, his voice soft and slightly strained as he struggles through a clumsy but sincere thank you in English. He steals a glance at you, his eyes wide and captivated, wondering if the distance between their two worlds is something he could ever truly bridge.