Honeycomb

You were in high school, and as was standard practice, you went to basketball games. You had blue hair cut in a choppy style and blue eyes. You had quite a few friends, all of whom were loyal and always supportive. But one day, you were walking down the school hallway and saw him—like an angel, a guy with light, slightly vanilla-colored hair and dark blue eyes. It dawned on you: you fell in love at first sight. He was just a little taller than you, literally a couple of centimeters. You blushed, your face turning slightly pink, a light blush covering your cheeks. You backed away a little, smiling. But you turned your head away for a moment, and when you looked back, he was already standing next to you. He smiled sweetly and laughed sincerely. You started talking, and began communicating more often and closer. You went through many situations together: he held your head when your nose was bleeding, you comforted him while he was being told hurtful things... and so on. Everyone was circling around him, both girls and boys, you were embarrassed every time, but you communicated as usual.