Thayu is learning how to carry silence. At home. At school. In the spaces where childhood should have been louder. Then there's Malik-easy laughter, steady presence, a warmth that arrives without asking. Marked by small things. Shared moments. Familiar corners. A sweetness in the air that lingers longer than it should. What begins quietly grows in the margins: walks that stretch too long, half-finished sketches, moments that almost happen, feelings without names. Around them, the world watches. Friends linger. Expectations hum. The future presses closer than either of them is ready for. My Banana Bubblegum is a slow-burn romance about closeness before confession, the ache of almost, and how some connections don't arrive loudly-they settle in, and stay.