OROMA_CALVIN

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> My Heart
By ROMOBUS

Calvin and Daisy were more than just classmates—they were two hearts quietly drawn together by something deeper than friendship. Amid lecture halls and late-night study sessions, love quietly bloomed. Calvin, the calm and gentle soul, found his match in Daisy, a brilliant and guarded woman not easily swayed by charm.

But when emotions run high and unspoken fears rise to the surface, their bond is tested by the very thing that brought them together—vulnerability. As doubts creep in and decisions loom, Calvin and Daisy must decide: is love enough to quiet the voices of insecurity, or will fear tear apart what fate has built?

In a world where hearts are often broken before they are truly known, My Heart is a tender, modern love story about trust, timing, and the courage to fall—completely.

MY HEART by romobus12

The air in Daisy's family home always felt controlled. Her mother, Grace Akello, moved through rooms like a whisper—present, but never fully seen. Her father, Peter, sat reading the newspaper, even though he barely turned the pages anymore.

At dinner, the clinking of utensils was louder than conversation.

"So," her father finally said, not looking up, "I hear you're working with a boy."

Daisy paused, her fork mid-air. "He's my project partner."

Her mother watched her closely. "Still," she said gently, "be careful."

That was always her mother's advice. Not encouragement. Not interest. Just caution.

Afterward, in her bedroom, Daisy messaged Lina:

> "I see now why I don't open up. Even at home, love means staying silent."

At the Klein household, dinner was louder—jokes thrown across the table, Marcus teasing Calvin about being "half in love with a girl who barely speaks."

Their mother, Evelyn Klein, smiled warmly. "She must be special if she has you this thoughtful."

Their father, however, raised a brow. "Is she focused on her studies? You don't want distractions, son."

Calvin clenched his jaw. "She's focused. Smarter than most people I know."

His father nodded, still skeptical.

Later, Marcus caught Calvin in the kitchen.

Calvin hesitated. "Eventually. But I don't want her to feel like she has to prove anything."

Marcus nodded. "Good. Because she doesn't."

Daisy came to drop off a notebook at Calvin's place, but Evelyn opened the door instead.

"Oh! You must be Daisy," she said, her smile warm.

Daisy froze—polite, but cautious.

"I've heard lovely things," Evelyn added.

Daisy stepped inside. The living room smelled like fresh cinnamon rolls. A sharp contrast to her own sterile home.

"You're welcome here," Evelyn said simply, handing her a plate.

And just like that, something softened inside Daisy—just a little.

> "Your mom is... kind. The kind of kind that feels like home."

> "She liked you. She rarely says that. I think she sees what I do."

And for the first time in a long time, Daisy let herself smile without fear.

CHAPTER 10: Where We Come From