Sincerity
I actually don’t know what this is, just a readers pov??? Maybe??? Idk it’s kinda bad but I liked it so blah.
I’ve noticed this boy in my class, he likes me.
He didn’t tell me this himself but it’s very obvious, I always catch him staring and he always looks away scratching his reddening ear.
Since I’ve noticed his fascination with me I’ve been observing him and his behaviours closer.
He has stern and cold eyes, normally a deep dark blue, almost grey, but when he looks at me they are soft puddles of water, they shine every time I see them.
His face is also quite interesting, his mouth in a permanent frown, not on purpose I presume, his skin so fair that he makes Snow White look tan. These things change when he’s around me. Instead of a frown, he adorns a slightly lifted smile and his skin is a beautiful hue of pink all the way down to the tips of his fingers. He is quite beautiful really, I enjoy looking at him and watch him talk to his friends, but I enjoy it the most when he talks to me. He looks at me with such adoration and sincerity, his face so red as if he’s forgotten how to breathe. I live for his sincerity and I pray for the day he tells me how he feels. I want to see his skin turn from a strawberry pink to a tomato red, I want to watch his beautiful eyes splash in all directions trying not to meet mine and I want to catch the slight tremor of his lips when he speaks. I wish to see his reaction when I reciprocate his feelings, will he smile or will he sigh in relief? Will he touch his black spiky hair in embarrassment or will he touch me? I yearn for these answers but I am a coward. A coward who can do nothing but wait and fantasise about the day megumi fushiguro confesses
