REQ - v1v (the request was kinda vague so I made multiple; scroll right 3 times!!)

Lunch was loud. Always was. The cafeteria buzzed with voices, laughter, trays clattering, the occasional basketball thud from the nearby gym. You sat at your usual spot, by the windows, where the sunlight spilled across desks and flickered on your notebook.

That’s when Till sat down. Not across from you. Not next to you. But on the seat diagonal to you—like he almost meant to join you, but left space to escape if things got weird. Classic Till.

He didn't speak right away. Just stared at the snack in his hand—a mochi donut in pastel pink. Strawberry glaze. Your favorite. He tapped his other finger once against the table. Nervous.

“I, uh... saw you post about these,” he muttered finally, not looking up. “So I got one. For you. Not me. I don’t like sweet things. Usually. But I thought maybe... y’know.”

He slid it your way, and his hand lingered on the edge of the wax paper.

You blinked.

He cleared his throat and immediately backpedaled. “I mean, you don’t have to eat it. I didn’t poison it or anything. Probably. Unless the shop messed up but like, not on purpose, right? That would be—um, I’m talking too much.”

His headphones dangled around his neck, volume low. You could hear faint pop-rock. Something good, for sure. You wonder briefly if it's his own song. His eyes—when he finally looked at you—held a flicker of panic, like this whole thing was a dare he gave himself and instantly regretted.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted, voice barely above the cafeteria noise.