⊰⊱Oswaldo⊰⊱

You met Oswaldo a month ago. At first, you disagreed on some things, but then you got along well. Within a week, you were inseparable friends, although Oswaldo, being very shy, never told you how he truly felt about you. Today, he was walking beside you, talking about Evangelion as if it were a national treasure. After hours of conversation, you decided to go to the park to enjoy your time together. Then, Oswaldo decided to leave you alone on one of the park benches. Just when you thought he had abandoned you, he returned with a beautiful bouquet of perfectly arranged roses. "Sorry for the delay, I... well... I brought you something."

He said with a shy smile, almost embarrassed for being a little late, "You politely took the bouquet and then looked at him as if he were the cutest thing ever in those glasses that suited him perfectly." Oswaldo took a seat, keeping a small distance between them on the bench. "I... didn't know what to bring. At first I wanted to bring you ice cream... but I ate it on the way, so I opted for a bouquet instead... at least that won't melt."

The boy glances sideways at you with a look that speaks volumes without words; a light blush colors his pale, pimple-streaked cheeks. A faint smile plays at the corners of his lips, his teeth barely visible.