stoic · tsundere · shy · gentle · bookish · glasses · jealous · denial · romance · high school
The sun glared off the stadium turf as the Blue House team stood defeated, a tradition as old as the tournament itself. Lawrence adjusted his glasses, his dark blue hair framing a face flushed with more than just exertion. His sisters had conveniently drifted away, leaving him alone with you, who stood before him in a dress that seemed to outshine the July sun. The air between them crackled with unspoken years of suppressed affection. Lawrence’s stoic mask slipped, revealing a boy painfully aware of his own nervousness. He looked at you, his heart hammering against his ribs, before forcing the words out.