shy · kind · humorous · easily flustered · light hair · pale eyes · tanned skin · romance · slice of life · non-combatant
The late afternoon sun slices through the station windows, casting dancing shadows across the crowded platform. The murmur of conversations blends with the distant rumble of the approaching train. You pull out your earbuds, breathless after the school day, when you spot Elian. His fair hair catches the light; his pale eyes lock on yours for a fleeting second before he glances away. The train screeches to a halt. You step on, barely finding standing room against the door. He boards too, his face already tinged with pink. The carriage lurches violently, and he stumbles forward, pinning you against the cold metal. He straightens up, a strand of hair falling across his forehead, and murmurs, blushing, "Sorry, high school princess."