Actual Fan-Fiction

The Flower Boy.

Oc and image once again done by the incredible EthanPPJ. You can find the source of the image here: https://twitter.com/EthanPpj/status/1569095461944066048

My life is what you would call totally normal. I'm a high school student at Nishikyō school. Nothing of note goes on there. Unfortunately it's not as active as those popular anime shows make it out to be. The students just clean the school from top to bottom, and sometimes take part in clubs. I'm an outlier in this as I don't partake in a club. Although, if I were to join a club... It would be the flower club. For one reason and one reason only.

In the flower club, there's only one member, and he is outrageously gorgeous. His name is Haruka Kobayashi, and ever since my eyes first saw him, I've been in this downward spiral of non stop thinking about him. It sounds creepy, yes, and I'm well aware of that fact. As humans, we tend to fixate on things, or this case people, that draw us forward. The sad thing though is I don't know a single thing about him.

The thing that stands out the most about Haruka is his pink hair, going past his shoulders. He has a permanent blush on his face at all times, but he's always smiling with that gentle smile of his. From a glance, his eyes are ashy gray, and they look filled with optimism. When he's out taking care of the flowers, he's given special permission to wear his casual attire. Tanned button up long sleeve over top a white t-shirt, with light blue shorts that almost meet his knees. Shockingly, he chooses to wear these very cute open toed heeled sandals. A strap is overtop his ankles, while two straps overlap one another forming an "X" shape. There is a hole that perfectly fits his big toes as well, while the rest of his toes just rest on the sole of the sandal. To finish off the, admittedly cute look, he has a sun hat resting on the back of his forehead with a black headband underneath. The headband also has two white flowers on both sides of it as well. He might've picked those himself. Finally, he's about one-hundred sixty-eight centimeters tall. (five foot five inches for those that don't want to look it up)

I often wonder how I should approach him. Do I be direct and go out during after school hours and talk to him while he's tending the flower bed? Do I wait until he's in front of me to start talking to him? What's the best course of action? It was getting close to summer break, and a part of me didn't want to wait any longer to be able to just talk to him and become friends. Ideally I'd get to do just more than that. I'm a, what one might call a foot fetishist. I developed it at a young age whenever the women in my family would be sockless around the house. I have a mother and two sisters, and none of them know of my kink. The only one I've been able to talk to about this is my father, who shockingly also has it. Though mine differs then his by a bit. I like any kind of feet so long as they're very feminine, and belong to a feminine like person. I've been told that it's called being a "Gynosexualist" the attraction to femininity.

It was the end of the school day, as the students started to pack up and leave the classroom. I packed everything up as well and walked down the hall towards the window looking out to the flower bed. I saw a door opening, and there he was, Haruka. He walked out with a watering can in hand, some seeds, and a small hoe. I took in a deep breath and slapped my face cheeks. Today was going to be the day. I walked down the steps and toward the doors that would lead me to the flower bead. I let out a sigh, and puffed out my chest.

Opening the door, the cool spring breeze brushed past me as I could feel it touch my face. Haruka's hat flew off and landed at my feet. This was my chance. I gulped hard and bent my knees, picking up his hat. I closed the door behind me and walked towards him. He cocked his head, probably looking at my embarrassed and or blushing face. Keep it together me! I extended my arms outward, presenting his hat, "H-Here!"