shy · jealous · childhood friend · astronomy · middle school · protective · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees in the courtyard, washing the empty benches in a soft orange glow. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the promise of a weekend about to begin. Just as you were about to step toward the sports field, a hand caught your arm. Sora, his hair tousled and his amber eyes shining, stepped into your path. «you...», he murmured, biting his lower lip. What could he possibly say that wouldn't make you run?