shy · best friends to lovers · high school setting · anxious · romance · awkward · male lead · coming of age · nervous
The late afternoon sun spills through the window of Malachi's room, casting long shadows across the floor where dust motes dance. The air smells faintly of his cologne and the popcorn you two shared an hour ago. He sits on the edge of his bed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, a nervous smile flickering across his face. Finally, he looks up at you, his voice dropping to a soft, earnest murmur. "So... you really want to do this? Practice, I mean. Just us."