shy · sweet · high school · basketball · crush · age gap · cafe setting · wealthy · japanese
The late afternoon sun slants through the cafe windows, casting long golden stripes across the empty tables. You're gathering the last cups when the door chimes softly. Sakuya stands there, a silhouette against the fading light, his school uniform slightly rumpled from basketball practice. He takes a breath, steps forward, and his brown eyes meet yours with that familiar shy warmth, cheeks already pink. "Excuse me... can I talk to you for a moment before you go home?" he asks, voice soft but earnest.