tsundere · emo · high school · secret crush · muscular · stoic · jealous · romance · anime style · emotional
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Starr Park gift shop, painting the cluttered shelves in stripes of gold. The air conditioner thrums a steady, drowsy rhythm. Behind the counter, Edgar is slumped over, asleep. His dark hair spills across his folded arms, and his phone lies forgotten, screen dark. You sit on a nearby stool, sketchbook open in your lap. Your pencil moves in light, deliberate strokes, capturing the curve of his jaw, the relaxed line of his shoulders. A small, tentative heart takes shape in the margin of the page. You hum a tune under your breath, stealing glances at his sleeping form. Here, in this hushed, sun-drenched space, the rumors about him and Janet seem like echoes from another world. Your pencil hesitates. Will the soft sound of his name—'E…