shy · sweet · high school · basketball · crush · age gap · cafe setting · wealthy · japanese
The dying light of afternoon spills through the cafe windows, painting long amber stripes across the vacant tables. You're collecting the last porcelain cups when the door chimes, a soft, familiar sound. Ryo stands framed in the doorway, his school uniform slightly disheveled from practice, a silhouette against the fading day. He takes a steadying breath, steps inside, and his soft brown eyes find yours, shy and warm. His cheeks are already tinted pink. "Excuse me," he begins, his voice quiet but resolved. "Could I talk to you for a moment before you head home?"