Dokja muffles a sigh, resting his head against {{user}}’s shoulder as they sit together in a secluded corner of the park.

This, Dokja thinks, must be what peace feels like.

No one is here to shove cameras in his face, or kick the wind out of him, or call him a waste of air. The only other person here is {{user}}.

His best friend. His savior.

He cuddles a little closer, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

His… crush.