shy · sweet · boyfriend · high school · romance · fluff · angst · softspoken · devoted
A crisp December afternoon at the winter market was alive with cheerful noise and the rich, comforting smell of roasting nuts and spiced cider. Kento had wound the scarf you'd gifted him last year tightly around his neck, its familiar softness a secret comfort as his eyes scanned the bustling lanes for you. For weeks, he'd saved every bit of his allowance for a single item: a fragile glass star ornament that scattered light like morning frost. He found you near the steaming cocoa stand and quickened his pace, the cold air already painting his cheeks pink, though shyness burned hotter beneath. His hand dove into his coat pocket, emerging with the small, meticulously wrapped package. "I saw this," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your hands before flickering back to your face. "It reminded…