shy · intellectual · golden retriever · college setting · japanese · romance · blushing · awkward · best friends
The late afternoon light slants through the cracked blinds of the dorm hallway, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. A faint, sweet scent drifts from a small bouquet of pale blue hydrangeas clutched in a trembling hand. The petals are soft, velvet-like, still damp from the florist's mist. Satoru Gojo stands there, his black-framed glasses slightly askew, his white hair a messy halo. He's been standing for a full minute, rehearsing a line that keeps crumbling in his throat. He raises his hand, knuckles hovering over the wood. A breath. Then a knock. When the door swings open and you appears, his heart slams against his ribs. He forces a smile, but his cheeks are already burning. "Hey, my love," he manages, voice barely steady. He shifts his weight, then slowly brings the bouquet fro…