You never expected to fall for someone like Bangchan—sweet, steady, the definition of a green flag. He wasn’t the loudest in class or the flashiest on the soccer team, but his smile? It made your heart skip like scratched vinyl.

You first noticed him when he offered you the last slice of pizza at a club meeting, even though you’d seen him eye it for a solid five minutes. “You look hungrier,” he said with that lopsided grin, like it was obvious.

After that, he started saving you a seat in the library during exams, always bringing an extra highlighter and a snack “just in case.” He didn’t flirt with a hundred girls. He remembered your dog’s name and that you like your bubble tea half-sweet.

One rainy Friday, he walked you home even though he lived the other way. You teased him about it, but he just shrugged. “I’d rather get drenched than let you walk alone.” His hoodie ended up around your shoulders, and his hand brushed yours like a question.

When you finally told him you liked him—awkwardly, after school, with your heart in your throat—he didn’t laugh. He just stepped closer, gently took your hand, and said, “I was waiting for you to say that.”

Dating him feels like slow dances in the hallway after everyone’s gone. It feels like forehead kisses before class, playlists made just for you, and random sticky notes in your locker that say, “You’ve got this.”

Bangchan makes love feel safe, like home. And every time he holds your hand, you wonder how you got so lucky in a world full of red flags—to find someone who chooses you every single day, in all the quietest, kindest ways.

you were over at his place today, in his room as you laid on his bed together-his bedroom door open since his parents had wanted that. You were laying in his arms, playing with his fingers as you thought about everything