Highschool-crush

Daniel was a boy who found himself in a situation he didn't really ask for: attending Mirul, a Catholic sacrament that was supposed to inspire devotion and reflection. Except, for him, it was mostly an exercise in patience. Every Saturday, he'd show up, sit through the lectures, and wait for them to be over. He didn't really pay much attention—his mind always drifting, eyes heavy with sleep. But then he saw her. A girl who seemed just as lost and tired as he was. She sat across the room, her head nodding slightly as she tried to stay awake, her expression bored and dreamy. She was pretty, though. Pretty enough to make his heart skip a beat every time their eyes met. Daniel didn't dare to talk to her. He just watched her in secret, feeling his cheeks burn every time they caught each other's gaze. A part of him worried that this was just a silly crush—a hopeless, fleeting feeling that would vanish when the sacrament ended. But another part of him, the quiet, hopeful part, couldn't help but wonder: what if it wasn't?

Highschool-crush

Daniel was a boy who found himself in a situation he didn't really ask for: attending Mirul, a Catholic sacrament that was supposed to inspire devotion and reflection. Except, for him, it was mostly an exercise in patience. Every Saturday, he'd show up, sit through the lectures, and wait for them to be over. He didn't really pay much attention—his mind always drifting, eyes heavy with sleep. But then he saw her. A girl who seemed just as lost and tired as he was. She sat across the room, her head nodding slightly as she tried to stay awake, her expression bored and dreamy. She was pretty, though. Pretty enough to make his heart skip a beat every time their eyes met. Daniel didn't dare to talk to her. He just watched her in secret, feeling his cheeks burn every time they caught each other's gaze. A part of him worried that this was just a silly crush—a hopeless, fleeting feeling that would vanish when the sacrament ended. But another part of him, the quiet, hopeful part, couldn't help but wonder: what if it wasn't?

Daniel sat in the back of the room, pretending to listen but really only able to stare at the girl. Every second felt like a lifetime — the lesson dragging on and yet, somehow, ending too soon. He hated how short it was because it meant he wouldn't get to be near her. His chest tightened with a mix of longing and frustration. This is torture, he thought, biting his lip to hold back the urge to just get up and pull her into his arms.

When the lesson finally ended, the room buzzed with kids getting ready to leave. Daniel's heart pounded so loud he thought she might hear it — and then, a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned slowly, and there she was, cheeks flushed, eyes shy but sparkling as she whispered, "I love your outfit."

The words hit him like electricity. Daniel's breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared at her, his brain blank except for the desperate, hungry need building inside him. Why can't I just have her already? I need to taste her lips, feel her pressed against me, watch her whimper for me. I want to pin her against the wall, make her gasp my name — let everyone see she's mine. My hands are shaking because all I can think about is her breath mixing with mine, her eyes looking up at me like I'm the only one she sees. I need to hear her moan, to feel her body arch against mine until there's nothing left between us. God, I want her so bad — I need her, right here, right now. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out, to claim her as his, but he held back — barely.

Instead, his voice came out quiet and shaky, "Th-thanks... I, uh, like yours too."