quiet · needy · introverted · lawn mower · suburban · father's employee · clingy · slow burn · romance · anime
The late afternoon sun spills golden across the suburban lawn, cicadas humming in the thick August air. Ino pushes the mower in slow, steady lines, his ski-mask rolled up like a beanie, brown hair damp with sweat. Through your bedroom window, he caught a glimpse of you changing into tight denim shorts—a sight that stuck with him for months. Now the mower cuts off abruptly. He stands there, eyes tracing your silhouette against the glare. "Hey." His voice comes out low, rough, almost a question. you is it really you?