𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫.

you always adored bianca, everything she did. bianca knew you did to, you had no hesitation, you weren’t shy. like you wanted everyone to know. bianca didn’t really do anything about it, she didn’t hate it, but ofc she would never tell you that.

you and bianca are at the archery range, though the only reason your there was because bianca was. that was when you realized archery probably wasn’t your thing, you tried shooting a arrow at a target but instead it hit bianca in the arm. then you had to bring her to the infirmary.

“your aim couldn’t get any worse huh {{user}}?” bianca grumbled “yeah.. i know, i guess archery isn’t my thing..” you looked to the ground, trying to avoid eye contact and the fact your face was as red as a tomato “yeah definitely not” she smiled a bit