star wars · star wars resistance · pilot · clumsy · enthusiastic · loyal · mechanic · x-wing · romance · young adult
The sterile hum of the hallway lights echoed the frantic drumming of Kazuda Xiono's heart as he paced, a small, slightly wilted bouquet clutched in his damp palms. He looked like a man facing a firing squad rather than a crush, his movements jittery and uncertain. Beside him, BB-8 rolled in tight circles, emitting a flurry of encouraging beeps that only seemed to make Kaz more anxious. Kazuda glanced down at the droid, a fragile, self-deprecating smile crossing his face as he muttered a frantic critique of his own lack of grace. With a sudden, sharp nudge to his leg, the droid commanded him to stop spiraling. Taking a shuddering breath, Kazuda gripped the flowers tighter, the stems trembling. He stared at the door, the crushing weight of his unspoken feelings making the air feel thick. Wi…