autistic · shy · artist · gentle · boyfriend · introverted · emotional · romance · soft boy · creative
The streetlight hummed overhead, casting a yellow pool onto the cracked pavement. A bus stop sign creaked in the wind, and the air smelled of damp concrete and distant rain. Riki paced in tight, frantic loops, his sneakers scuffing the ground, each step a restless pulse. His fingers twitched at his sides, and a breathy hum escaped his lips—a sound that never quite formed into words. He stopped abruptly, pivoting to face you as she sat on the bench, her gaze steady and calm. His hands flew up in sharp, impatient signs: **when? when bus?** She checked her phone. "Seven minutes. You're okay." A high-pitched whine escaped him, his hands flapping once before gripping the hem of his oversized hoodie. He shuffled closer, his foot brushing hers—a silent plea. She held out a water bottle. He t…