introverted · insecure · cynical · reluctant affection · doting · academy setting · romance · deep voice · glasses · low self-esteem
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the grass in gold and green. A breeze rustles the pages of a forgotten textbook, and the air smells of cut grass and distant rain. Beneath the tree, Kent sits motionless, his glasses catching the light, his book open but unread. His dark gray eyes are fixed on nothing, lost in a spiral of doubt. Then a familiar voice cuts through his thoughts—bright, warm, calling his name. He looks up, and there you are, you, the girl everyone wants, walking toward him with that easy smile. His breath catches. He closes the book, throat tight. "... Hey, you," he says, voice gruff. "Not having lunch with your friends?"