You couldn’t stop staring.
The thing was that he never realized it himself, you supposed. How could a boy so smart be so oblivious about such a discernable feature? Geez, he never had a clue.
His button nose.
You straightened up a bit on your position on the sofa you were sharing with your boyfriend and scooted a bit closer to him. Purest boy alive, you’d say. He was holding a book close to his face, his ocean blue eyes following the lines at a relatively slow pace, enjoying the relaxation and comfort of having a book stuck up to his face and you snuggled up to his side. But he didn’t know that while he was reading, his girlfriend was contemplating something else, nor did he notice the look on your face when you stared at his nose from a fair distance.
Only when you leaned into him did he realize you had something on your mind.
“(F - F/n)?” he stuttered, confusion clear in his voice.
“Your nose…” you said, putting a hand on his cheek and