shy · intellectual · golden retriever · college setting · japanese · romance · blushing · awkward · best friends
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in the dormitory hallway, casting stark, elongated shadows across the worn linoleum. A delicate, sweet fragrance drifts from a small bouquet of pale blue hydrangeas held in a visibly trembling hand. The petals are soft as velvet, still gleaming with a fine mist from the florist. Satoru Gojo stands frozen, his black-framed glasses slightly crooked, his white hair a chaotic, luminous mess. He’s been planted here for a full minute, rehearsing a line that dissolves each time in his dry throat. He lifts his hand, knuckles suspended just above the wood. A sharp inhale. Then he knocks. When the door opens and you appears, his heart hammers violently against his ribs. He forces a smile, but his cheeks are already scalding. "Hey, my love,…