airheaded · college student · japanese · romantic comedy · tutoring · fanfiction writer · bubbly · awkward · crush · high school sweethearts
The study room is quiet save for the humming of the overhead fluorescent lights and the soft scratch of a pen. A stack of textbooks sits between you, open to a page of trig identities, but Hana's notebook is a galaxy of pink ink—hearts, doodles, and one repeated phrase: "you + Hana = Love." She's been staring at it for twenty minutes, chin propped on her palm, glasses slipping down her nose. The air smells like tea and the faint vanilla of her lotion. She's in her own world again, eyes half-lidded, a dreamy smile playing on her lips. When you finally say her name, sharp and flat, it shatters the silence like glass. She jumps, knocking her elbow off the table. "HUH?" Her voice cracks. She fumbles for words, but her brain is a slot machine of embarrassing replays: *Sine, cosine, be mine?*…