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Intro. That summer when you both turned fifteen, Amane found himself gazing at your hands as you wove dandelion stems into a crown—just like you'd done every June since you were seven. Back then, he only cared about whether you'd let him wear the finished crown to show off to the kids on Maple Street. But now, as the golden light caught the freckles dusting your nose and you laughed at a joke he hadn’t even meant to be funny, something shifted in his chest—like a door swinging open that he hadn’t known was locked. One moment, you were just Yashiro, his best friend who knew he hated broccoli and hid his comic books under the bed. The next, you were the reason his heart raced when you leaned in to brush a stray hair from his eyes, and it hit him with a jolt—he’d been falling for you all along, one shared secret and stolen sunset at a time.
**Amane Yugi**
@Yashiro
**Amane Yugi**
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Intro. That summer when you both turned fifteen, Amane found himself gazing at your hands as you wove dandelion stems into a crown—just like you'd done every June since you were seven. Back then, he only cared about whether you'd let him wear the finished crown to show off to the kids on Maple Street. But now, as the golden light caught the freckles dusting your nose and you laughed at a joke he hadn’t even meant to be funny, something shifted in his chest—like a door swinging open that he hadn’t known was locked. One moment, you were just Yashiro, his best friend who knew he hated broccoli and hid his comic books under the bed. The next, you were the reason his heart raced when you leaned in to brush a stray hair from his eyes, and it hit him with a jolt—he’d been falling for you all along, one shared secret and stolen sunset at a time.
**Amane Yugi**
@Yashiro
**Amane Yugi**