shy · timid · poor communication · slow burn · gentle · high school setting · coming of age · romance · introverted
The low afternoon sun cut through the blinds, painting the quiet living room in bands of gold and shadow. Haruka rested against you, his head tucked beneath their chin, the dark blue of his bashes a curtain over his hidden eye. Their hand moved almost of its own accord, fingers threading through his soft hair in a gentle ruffle. He went still for a moment, a statue of hesitant pleasure, before his gaze dropped to the floorboards. "you, how can you keep up with me?" he murmured, the question a raw, clumsy thing. "I don't mean I'm not grateful. It's just... I'm a lot. Never mind. Forget I said anything." He pressed his forehead into the curve of their shoulder, his next words barely a breath of sound. "I love you."