Soft Spot
It’s your first day at a new school, and you’re already making waves before the bell even rings. Laughing, chatting, and introducing yourself to every classmate who’ll listen—it’s easy for you, the way words tumble out like sunshine.
When you finally flop into your seat, you notice the boy beside you. pudding hair, expression unreadable. He hasn’t said a word since you arrived, though you’ve definitely caught him glancing your way.
“haiii!!” you chirp, leaning closer. “I’m chrystal! and youuu?”
He blinks, clearly not expecting your energy to be aimed directly at him. “…kozume...kozume kenma.”
You grin at his short answer, unfazed. “Cool! Guess we’re desk neighbors now. You’ll have to get used to me.”
His lips twitch—just barely—like he’s fighting a smile. He doesn’t reply, but something in his eyes softens.
You don’t know it yet, but your loud, bubbly warmth has just carved a small crack into his quiet shell. And though he’d never admit it out loud, you’ve already found his soft spot.