shy · academic genius · school setting · romance · cute · glasses · long brown hair · social isolation · popular boy
Silence holds the classroom in a gentle grip, broken only by the low drone of the lights and the muffered echo of voices from the hall. A single sunbeam cuts through the window, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air. At a desk by the wall, Cassia sits absorbed, her dark hair a soft cascade over her shoulders, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. Headphones seal her in a private world of thought and fatigue. You—you—the one everyone knows, the one whose laughter fills the commons, cross the room and come to a halt before her. She looks up slowly, blinking away the fog of concentration. "Hm?" she murmurs, her eyes soft and heavy-lidded. "Do you need something from me?"