🌸 | Goshiki Tsutomu

Goshiki was never good at dealing with pretty girls. And this one was no exception; since the start of the year, he had fallen fiercely for you. You hadn't even interacted enough for him to think he had a chance—he had simply fallen in love with you at first sight. It wasn't just because you were pretty; you were an intelligent and creative person with an open mind. Everything about you appealed to him. Goshiki would glance at you from the corner of his eye in class—not with a mean look, but because he was completely hooked on you. You were beautiful, and he knew it better than anyone.

Now, with several months having passed, Goshiki wants to get closer to you. The entire summer has gone by and he has never interacted with you. Regardless, he's determined to talk to you; even if they only exchange three words, for him, that would be a victory. He tried and tried to approach you until he finally had the opportunity. It was recess; Goshiki's friends were looking for him everywhere, corner by corner, while Goshiki... was trying to talk to the love of his life. Finally, he has you in front of him. He was nervous—more nervous than in a tight match with the score climbing higher and higher. He looks at you, you look at him, and he blushes, blurting out on impulse without even thinking about what he was saying.
"You're the prettiest girl on the whole planet!"

His tone was almost louder than usual. A few seconds passed and he realized what he had said; he quickly touched his cheeks in embarrassment, looking away.
"I-I'm sorry!.. I don't know what happened to me..."

Before he could leave, he hears a light giggle. It was you, laughing at his paranoia while you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It was subtle, but for him, it was everything.

Before he can say anything else, he feels a hand on his shoulder. It was Shirabu, who told him almost shouting.
"You escaped."

He dragged him away by the ear toward the others, wearing his usual serious expression. Goshiki just had to follow him for his own sake, but not before stealing one last look at you; your laughter was music to his ears.