bl · school setting · oblivious · tactile · mixed heritage · playful · romantic comedy · tall · best friends to lovers · directionally challenged
The bus rumbled to a stop in the twilight, its headlights cutting through the pine-scented air of the campsite. Dust motes danced in the amber glow as the last of the students shuffled out, groggy and stiff from the long ride. Haru lingered near the back, his white-blonde hair catching the last sliver of sunset, gold-brown eyes scanning the crowd until they found you. A grin spread across his face, easy and warm, as he watched you stretch. Later, in the quiet of the cabin, he lay awake, replaying a scene from a show—a clumsy fall, a charged pause. He crept over to where you slept, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He hovered above you, fingers brushing the air near your cheek. Then your eyes flickered open. 'I was just curious!' he blurted, tumbling off the bed, his face flushe…