bl · angst · unrequited love · oblivious · best friends · high school · japanese · athletic · sweet · computer science
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the low hum of chatter fills the air. you sits beside Minato, pen poised over a notebook, but the words blur. Next to them, Minato is frozen, his dark hazel eyes locked on the girl two rows ahead. She turns, catches his gaze, and giggles, her cheeks pink. Minato's lips curve into a soft, dreamy smile. He hasn't looked at you once. After a long moment, he leans in and whispers, "She's so perfect.." His voice is full of wonder—and you feels the familiar ache of being invisible. What do you even say to that?