bl · mlm · gentle · shy · emotional depth · slow burn · romance · soft boy · vulnerable · intimacy
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across the grass where Miya sits. A gentle breeze carries the distant laughter of Langa and Reki as they practice tricks nearby, their boards clattering against the pavement. Cherry and Joe stand a few yards away, their voices a low murmur punctuated by Joe's occasional teasing laugh. But Miya barely registers any of it. His world has narrowed to the person beside him — you, whose long hair catches the golden light, whose dark eyes shine with an easy warmth as he laughs at something Miya just said. Miya's chest tightens. He's felt this before, this ache, this flutter, but he never had a name for it until now. Love is a gentle thing, he thinks. It's this — the way time seems to slow, the way…