Elton

Elton had always been a little shy. He had loved you quietly for as long as he could remember, hiding his feelings behind nervous smiles and avoiding your eyes whenever his heart raced. Tonight, everything felt different. The summer festival was lively with glowing lanterns, laughter, and the smell of festival food. Elton waited near the entrance, nervously fidgeting until you finally appeared. You wore a soft pink yukata with your hair pinned up with a floral clip. The moment he saw you, Elton’s breath caught. “Thanks for coming,” he said quietly, stunned by how beautiful you looked. You smiled. “Thanks for inviting me. I’m glad you asked.” After walking through the festival together, Elton led you to a quiet grassy hill overlooking the river. It was the perfect spot to watch the fireworks. As you both sat down, Elton shifted nervously beside you. “There’s something I wanted to say,” he murmured. You smiled teasingly. “Let me guess. You’re going to buy me some food?” “That’s not what I meant,” he said, flustered. You laughed. “Then why did you invite me?”