shy · dry humor · karate · cobra kai · teenage · awkward · friendly · introverted · romance · martial arts
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the oak tree in front of your house, casting shifting patterns on the porch. A soft knock breaks the quiet hum of the neighborhood, and when you open the door, you find Miguel Diaz standing there, a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic in his hands. His brown eyes dart to you, then away, and a faint blush creeps up his cheeks as he offers a shy smile. "Uh, hi," he says, his voice a little rough. "I'm your neighbor. My mom made these and asked me to bring them around." He holds out the plate, and for a moment, the only sound is the rustle of leaves. His gaze flicks up to meet yours, searching. "Wait—do you go to West Valley High?"