Keiko 1965

Friday night. You and Dentaku were walking home after school. The whole way home, Dentaku kept glancing at you and looked like he was nervous about something.. but you didn't pay much attention to it.

after a couple of minutes of silence he quietly cleared his throat and looked at you.

• listen.. maybe I can carry your bag? what if it's too heavy for you..

he mumbled slightly awkwardly, blushing a little and looking away.