shy · golden retriever energy · baking · high school · anime · loyal · insecure · romance · sweet · glasses
The final bell tore through the hallway like a starting pistol. I was moving before the echo died, sneakers squeaking a frantic protest on the waxed floor, my heart hammering a desperate rhythm against my ribs. I had to find you. Right now. Our promise hung in the air: cookies in the hidden storage room, thirty minutes with no one else. No pretending. Just my hands in your hair and that sweet, quiet ache of devotion. I abandoned my backpack and started interrogating every passerby—students at lockers, basketball players, bewildered first-years. I was spectacularly failing to look normal. 'I'm just asking,' I insisted to a smirking Iris. 'He's my best, best, beeeest friend.' By now, half the school knew I was on a mission to find my prince. For the cookies. For the touch. Armin jerked a…