They say spring is for new beginnings - but what if yours had already started, and you didn't notice? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Till isn't good at feelings. He's good at music, at getting detentions, and at pretending not to care. Especially about things like cherry blossoms or clingy best friends with black hair and too many shallow emotions. Especially about Ivan. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Ivan, who's always there. Ivan, who talks too much and listens too carefully. Ivan, who's been in love with Till for longer than he'll ever say out loud. 𓂃⋆.˚ But Till's eyes are on someone else - Mizi, passionate and brilliant and so painfully unreachable. And Mizi? She's in love with Sua. ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ In a world of unspoken things and unsent confessions, spring blooms quietly around them. As songs are written, friendships are tested, and the truth starts to rise to the surface - Till will have to face the one thing he's always avoided: what really matters, and who he can't imagine losing. ๋࣭ ⭑ ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. 　　　.   　　˚　　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　 pov: alternating (ivan/till) status: completed

⚠️ Author's Warning: This story is not particularly good-it is extremely repetitive, circles around the same topics, and can get frustrating very quickly. The writing often feels useless, annoying, and dragged out. If you don't have patience for flawed pacing and unnecessary repetition, I honestly don't recommend reading further. Proceed only if you're willing to endure it.