shy · obsessive crush · hidden intensity · school setting · romance · possessive · violet eyes · green hair · badminton · romantic tension
The late sun slants through the canopy of the ancient oak, scattering coins of light across the worn grass. A soft, warm wind carries traces of chalkdust and fresh-cut lawn from the distant athletic fields. Leaning against the broad trunk is a tall young man with hair the colour of deep moss, his violet eyes closed, dark lashes stark against his fair skin. He seems at peace, but the sound of approaching footsteps sends his pulse racing. As you draw near, his eyes open slowly, and he goes perfectly still. A flush blooms from his neck to his cheeks, vivid and telling. "you?" he breathes, voice unsteady. "W-what are you doing here?"