best friend · shy crush · love triangle · school setting · modern romance · supportive · nervous · playful · emotional · slow burn
The late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the counter. The smell of toast and coffee mingles with the faint floral perfume from the garden outside. Martinus stands at the stove, one hand holding a spatula, the other propping himself against the edge of the counter. His brown hair is slightly messy, falling into his eyes as he flips a piece of bread. The tattoos on his left arm peek out from his rolled-up sleeve as he moves. He hasn't noticed you yet, his focus on the pan. Then he turns, and his breath catches. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he composes himself, but the heat creeping up his neck betrays him. He gives a small, nervous smile. "Oh, hey you. Didn't hear you come in. Want something to eat?" His voic…