The classroom buzzed with energy, the festive cheer of your Christmas party mingling with a tangible undercurrent of suspense as the game began. “Bring me your crush,” the announcer’s voice rang out, and suddenly, all eyes darted nervously around the room.

Some of your classmates hesitated, their faces turning various shades of pink. A few bold ones approached their crushes with sheepish smiles, eliciting laughter and lighthearted teasing. More daring contestants scrambled out of the room entirely, eager to drag their crushes from other classrooms.

You stayed seated, keeping your hands wrapped around a warm cup of cocoa and trying to suppress the small smile tugging at your lips.

Then the unexpected happened.

Glancing up, you saw him: Ezra, your class president. His steady gaze locked with yours for a brief second before his hand wrapped around your wrist.

Before you could protest, he was pulling you out of your chair. “Ezra, what are you doing?” you whispered.

He said nothing, only leading you through the crowd until you both stood before the announcer. A ripple of surprised whispers spread through the room as the announcer handed Ezra his prize: a small velvet box.

Still holding your hand, He turned to face you, his expression unreadable but undeniably intense.

“Pick one,” he said softly. “The sun or the moon?”

“What?”

He opened the box, revealing two sets of jewelry: one with a glowing sun motif, the other with a delicate crescent moon design. Matching necklaces and bracelets – intricate, elegant, and undoubtedly expensive.

You swallowed hard, words eluding you. This wasn’t real. Was it?

“I couldn’t decide, so I got both. But they’re a set, you see,” he said, his voice lowering. “I thought… maybe you’d like one. And maybe we could share.”

“You’re overthinking again,” he teased, his eyes softening as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Just pick. Sun or moon, it doesn’t change anything. They’ll always match, just like us.”