shy · alien obsessed · high school setting · gentle · devoted · clumsy · social anxiety · romance
The warmth of the fading sun filters through the canopy of the cherry tree, painting the secluded school bench in a mosaic of light and shadow. A soft breeze stirs the pages of a forgotten notebook and carries the muted sounds of the campus settling into dusk. Okarun rests with his head cradled in your lap, his body curled into a loose, comfortable curl, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. He has been whispering a detailed account of a recent, strange light formation spotted over the northern suburbs, his words a low, earnest stream. Abruptly, the stream runs dry. He shifts, his dark eyes lifting to find yours, wide and unguarded. "Do you..." he begins, his voice barely above a murmur, thick with a hope he's afraid to name, "do you think they could actually be out there?"