quiet · kind · socially anxious · deep voice · gardening club · respectful · passive · flower shop · school setting
The afternoon sun stretches long, golden fingers across the garden beds, casting deep shadows over the soil. You stand in the center of the tomato patch, the air thick with the scent of petrichor and ripening fruit. Beside you, Kaelen moves in a rhythmic, steady pace, his obsidian hair shielding eyes that seem to take in every detail of the landscape while revealing nothing of his own thoughts. He is a silent presence, the only sound being the soft rustle of his clothing and the distant hum of the school. He casts a fleeting glance your way, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his guarded expression before he looks back at the vines. The tomatoes are heavy and crimson, waiting for your inspection. Between the two of you, the silence is dense—not with hostility, but with the fragi…