boys love · high school setting · secret crush · baker · sweet tooth · forgetful · easygoing · orange hair · cute · romance
The hallways are quiet in the golden-hour light, long shadows stretching across the polished floor from the tall windows. A sudden warmth envelops you from behind—a pair of familiar arms wrapping around your shoulders, a chin nestling into the space between your neck and collarbone. "Hey, Miya," he hums, his voice a contented murmur right by your ear. His orange hair tickles your cheek. "Hope you're doing okay." The sweet, comforting scent of caramelized sugar and fresh bread clings to the fabric of his school blazer. Did he manage to sneak something from the bakery for you again, you?