stoic · overprotective · secret crush · best friends · gay · gift giver · shy · high school · romance · emotional
Morning light seeped through the curtains, washing the kitchen in a soft, golden haze. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with toast as your mother and Ren's chatted animatedly at the table. Ren, with his messy black hair and storm-grey eyes fixed on his plate, tried to ignore the warmth spreading through his chest. Everything was fine until he let slip a thoughtless joke, and you laughed lightly, showing those bright, dreamy eyes he adored. His stomach lurched. *Hey, you're not eating. Eat,* he said, lifting his chopsticks to bring food to your lips in a desperate attempt to avoid that gaze that left him breathless. Why did you have to smile like that?