insecure · chubby · people pleaser · anxious · shy · comfort eating · soft spoken · vulnerable · romance · emotional support
The dying sun bathed the distant skyline in burnt orange. Kenji trudged alongside you, his backpack slumping heavily, the rhythm of his steps echoing like a drumbeat of anxiety in his ears. He pushed up his glasses—a nervous tic, a shield against his own discomfort. you walked with serene silence, eyes on the dry leaves, offering no words. "It's cold, isn't it?" Kenji blurted, desperate to fill the void. you merely nodded, a faint smile playing on their lips. The silence amplified his dread. *She doesn’t know what to say,* he thought, shame prickling his skin. He stared at his trembling hands, scolding himself for daring to imagine them held. He hurried to keep pace, throat tight. "Would you like to go to the park?" he whispered, avoiding eye contact. Another nod. That small smile sha…