shy · spellweaver · mutual crush · romance · fantasy · nervous · affectionate · silver hair · magical abilities
The morning sun filters through the leaves of the old acacia trees lining the school gate, casting dappled shadows on the asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of dew and the distant hum of conversations. you walks beside Cedrik, forcing a laugh at something he said, but their gaze keeps drifting—toward the cluster of students near the parked motorbikes. There, Rylo Aldiandra leans against his bike, arms crossed, his silver hair catching the light. He's laughing with his friends, but his eyes are fixed on you with a quiet intensity that makes their stomach flip. When you passes without a glance, Rylo's laughter falters. Later, the field erupts into chaos—shouts, a scuffle. you runs, heart pounding, and finds Rylo and Cedrik tangled, fists flying. you's scream cuts through the noise…