A Chocolate

After that day, something shifted.

Not in a dramatic, movie-scene kind of way—but in the slow, sweet rhythm that makes your heart feel like it's finally beating for something real.

We started walking home together.

Not every single day—but often enough that it felt right.

There was no official plan. No "meet me here" or "wait for me."

It just happened naturally.

We'd walk out of school and somehow find our way beside each other.

The silence between us never felt awkward.

Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we just walked quietly.

But even in silence, I felt seen.

One day, while we were walking the same dusty lane home, he suddenly turned to me and said something that made my heart flip.

"You know..." he started, "I like that you talked to me directly."

I blinked. "What do you mean?"

He smiled, a little shyly. "Like... you didn't send any friend to give a 'proposal' or whatever. You just... came and said hi."

I laughed, "i just don't understand why people do that?"

He nodded. " They send their friends. Pass notes. Whisper things during recess."

He glanced at me, playful. "But you didn't. You were different."

I don't even remember what I said back, because my entire brain was busy screaming

HE THINKS I'M DIFFERENT.

And not just "different," but in a good way.

That one sentence stayed with me the whole week.

I repeated it in my head before sleeping.

And then, as if that wasn't already enough to make me lose my mind, he did something that felt straight out of a teenage fairytale.

One afternoon, we were walking home like usual, chatting about something random. Halfway through, he stopped suddenly near a small shop.

"I'll be right back," he said.

I waited outside while he went in. He didn't take long, and when he came back, he casually looked at me and said,

"Hey... your bag's zip is open. Let me close it."

I blinked, surprised, but shrugged. "Okay."

He gently reached for the zipper and closed it for me like it was nothing.

I didn't think twice. Just smiled, and we kept walking.

But when I got home and opened my bag to take out my lunchbox... I found it.

A chocolate.

Tucked right into the section he'd zipped.

The same one he'd "closed" for me.

That meant... he had secretly slipped it in.

I sat there in my room staring at it like it was magic.

He didn't hand it to me. Didn't say anything.

Just quietly left it there like a soft surprise, wrapped in sweetness and shy confidence.

I held the chocolate in my hand and couldn't stop smiling.

This was slowly becoming something.

Something real.

It wasn't just cute.

It was thoughtful.

It was him.

(this chapter ends here and i'm writing this because i had to write 500 words to complete this chapter... don't mind this)

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