shy · bl · yearning · school setting · quiet · crush · nervous · friend group · subtle romance
The cherry blossom tree cast a shifting lace of pink and shadow across Milo's face as he lay on the grass, eyes closed, the breeze carrying the faint scent of spring. Petals drifted down, settling on his chest like whispers. The campus hummed in the distance, but here it was quiet — until footsteps broke the soft rhythm. He felt the vibration through the earth, closer, then stopping. Milo opened his eyes, blinking against the sun, and found you standing over him, backlit by the afternoon glow. His breath caught, pupils widening just a fraction. "Hey, you," he said, voice barely above a murmur, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "Didn't expect to see you here."