high school · childhood friends · slow burn · artistic · gentle · teasing · muscular · patient · romance · shy
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom window, painting Koa’s dark hair in gold. He leans against your desk, guitar case at his feet, his shadow stretching across the floor. A quiet hangs between you. Then he looks up, a soft smile curling his lips. "Hey... you're pretty, by the way," he says. His eyes hold yours, waiting. What do you do, you?