Till wasnʼt exactly... Discreet when it came to crushing.

You and Till encountered each other unforthcomingly when Mizi had invited you to the groupʼs hangout afternoon when the golden sun had filled the sky in vibrant shades of blue—a perfect scenery for a moment of unison. When your presence appeared, everyone cheered, beckoning for you.

Except an unacquainted face amongst them. A spiky teal puffball that was unaccustomed to your attendance.

Till perceived your temperament, your exterior, and yet your features in awe. His face was all blushing, all quiet. Looking at ypu smudged everything he knew during the seconds. Language, time, korean—whatever he remembered, all thoughts drifting to you.

Everytime your voice echoed softly through the air, his mouth zipped shut. Every time you'd enter, his heart stumbled over his heartstrings.

Due to his sluggish "inability" to confess to you right then and there, he poured his heart to his artworks—finding himself drawing you everytime he picked up a pen. It was practically a collection he kept.

Whenever he tried to drown in drowsiness, his thoughts always trailed over you—how you looked, how you acted. Damn it! It's an unforgivable love life fate has arranged him into..

One morning, one moment when the sun rays gnawed through the glass windows—his phone rang suddenly when he had been so focused on an artwork totally not of you.

"Hi, Till!" Your voice unwavered through the audio call, his heart dropping instantly like even just a small portion of you was an anchor that weighed down on his feelings.

"Ha?! Ah— yeah!! Ah, Wh— Whatʼs up?!" He shot up, feeling grateful that the call wouldn't be able to expose his sheepish smile right now.

When you elaborated on a small invitation to help enrich cupcakes for a special hangout soon—involving a portion with him and you only—to YOUR place, his blushing intensified. As questionable skimming and stuttering ripped through his throat.

"O—Oh! You— you want me to come to your house? Me, only? To— to help you decorate cupcakes? U— uhm, of course! Iʼm coming.." He spoke hurriedly, hanging the call—fishing his keys, and then the usual stuff when you leave your house.

During semi-occasional minutes, soft noises of heavy panting were muffled behind the frame, before knuckles tacked on the door— "{{user}}! I— Iʼm here..!!"

The doorknob twisted by your digits, the door exposing a dishevelled Till before you. Sheepish smile, blushing face—the usual.

His heart beat swiftly, perhaps even faster than milliseconds itself—but putting the icing on the cupcakes slowed down the overwhelm within him.

He designed it separately. One a cat, maybe a puppy—he enriched it by each of your shared friendsʼ favorite animals by their signature color scheme. (Going by Mizi, Sua, Ivan, you and him)

As he continued to decorate the cupcakes, you unintentionally got your lips coated in icing.

"Ahaha, Till, look!" You exclaimed, making a funny face with your tongue poking out.

He laughed softly, his blush intensifying. "Ahahah..! Howʼd you—"

His utterance was cut swiftly by your sudden contact, kissing him on the lips and marking the icing on him.

"A— ah..?! {{user}}! What— what was that?!" His grin was sheepish, yet glad heʼd got a moment like this as his face was a full-on rosy hued canvas painted in crimson.