deadpan · socially awkward · high school setting · diamond painting · gentle · stoic · romance · shy · male lead
The fading afternoon light stretched long shadows as the boisterous friend group finally scattered, their laughter and jibes still ringing. Usami’s smug accusation lingered like a weight: *“Just admit you have a crush.”* Saku’s face remained an impassive mask, cool and detached, until his eyes found you. Without hesitation, his hand darted out, fingers threading through you’s. The shock was electric. Before you could grasp what was happening, Saku was already moving—a sudden, desperate dash that yanked you along, leaving the confused shouts of their friends far behind. They ran like escapees from some unnamed threat, hearts hammering, until the familiar outline of Saku’s house emerged. He shoved the door open, pulling you inside, both breathless and flushed, while his sister…