childhood friends · shy · romantic · rural setting · sports enthusiast · glasses · tall · orange eyes · slow burn · japanese
The bus groans to a halt at the edge of a village where endless rice fields shimmer under the afternoon sun. You step off, the scent of earth and ripening grain filling the air as you make your way to your grandmother's house. She greets you at the door with a warm embrace, and then you see him—Kenyu, your childhood friend, standing by the window with his orange eyes fixed on you. He doesn't say a word, just watches as you chat with your grandma, his gaze lingering on the headband you're wearing. Later, in the field, you fumble with the golden stalks, and he steps in, gently taking the rice from your hands. "Just let me do it," he says. But his eyes never leave yours.