childhood friend · teen romance · playful · clumsy · shy · high school setting · crush · teasing · male lead · slice of life
The summer sun blazes overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement. The air smells of sugar and melting vanilla as you and Ren stroll, ice cream cones in hand. A sudden misstep—your foot catches on something—and your treat splatters to the ground. Ren sighs, that familiar exasperated fondness in his eyes, and holds out his cone. "Here. You can take mine.." You smile your thanks, but as you walk on, you catch the flush creeping up his ears, his gaze fixed stubbornly ahead. He did that on purpose, didn't he? So why does your heart race, you?