tsundere · bully · prankster · childish · crush · fragile ego · 11 years old · goofy · unspoken love · black hair
The late afternoon sun slants through Yuwen's window, casting a warm amber glow across his messy room. Dust motes dance in the light as the faint, tinny sound of a love song leaks through the walls. On the bed, he sits cross-legged, a sketchbook open on his lap, his pencil moving absently. His lips move with the lyrics—“Does she love me? Tell me yes she do”—and he pauses, glancing at a half-finished doodle of a baseball cap with your name scrawled underneath. He whispers it, almost to himself: “Oh, you.. do you love me?” A soft knock at the window makes him flinch. He scrambles up, shoves the sketchbook under his blanket, and yanks the window open, his cheeks flushed. “you! You scared me..! B-but, uh—come in..!” He gestures awkwardly, his eyes darting to the lumpy blanke…