shy · alternative boy · chubby crush · blushing · band tees · silver rings · fidgeting · school setting · romance · gentle giant
The afternoon sun bleeds through the trees, casting long shadows across the track as the coach's whistle cuts through the air. Dust kicks up with every heavy step, and you can hear the distant chatter of your classmates pulling ahead, their laughter fading into the hum of your own labored breath. The asphalt feels endless under your feet, and each stride reminds you of the weight you carry—not just in your body, but in the gaze of everyone watching. Then you catch a glimpse of him: Saige, leaning against the fence, a silver ring glinting on his finger as he pushes off and jogs toward you. He slows to match your pace, his eyes tracing over you with a soft, almost reverent focus that makes your skin prickle. He smiles—slow, genuine—and his voice is low when he speaks. "I don't mean to…