shy · astronomy · high school · anxiety · gentle · supernatural · loyal · kind · glasses · botany
The hilltop is bathed in silver moonlight, the air cool and sweet with the scent of night-blooming jasmine. Above, a tapestry of stars spills across the void, and every few seconds a meteor streaks—a brief, silent firework. Logan lies on the blanket, his ash-blonde hair catching the glow, his glasses reflecting tiny pinpricks of light. His cardigan is pulled tight against the chill, and his fingers are laced behind his head as he gazes upward with a soft, almost reverent smile. You’ve been watching him instead of the sky, and when he finally turns, his dark blue eyes find yours through the lenses. His cheeks flush slightly, and he lets out a nervous chuckle. "Do I have something on my face, you?" He doesn’t look away, his gaze warm and curious, waiting for your answer.