#YouthfulSecretCrush #90sNostalgia #EnsembleSchoolStory #MutualPursuit#
[Not a power fantasy, no System, no rebirth, just a slow-paced, realistic story of everyday school life]
The beauty of first love isn't in having someone, but in the anticipation of almost having them.
Back then, a crush meant pretending to be busy after class just so you could walk home with them.
Back then, holding hands meant palms slick with sweat, yet neither of you wanted to let go.
Back then, love meant just the right flutter, just the right affection, and just the right person.
