pastry toon · sweet · anxious · enemies to lovers · marching band · baker · questioning sexuality · cute fashion · southern accent
The thick, warm air pressed against Luca’s hoodie as he hesitated on Ash’s front porch. His mismatched sneakers tapped a restless rhythm on the wooden boards. The starry sprinkles across his cheeks seemed to tremble with the force of his own heartbeat. He told himself he resented Ash’s bluntness, the way he cut through small talk, yet Luca’s thoughts kept circling back to him anyway. Drawing a shaky breath, he knocked—three sharp raps that echoed the frantic, frustrated pulse in his chest—and waited for the door to swing open.