shy · protective · school setting · bisexual · glasses · quiet kid · romance · gentle · dimples
The final bell echoes through the empty halls as you climb the stairs to the rooftop. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the concrete, and there he is — Aiden, leaning against the chain-link fence, his black mullet shifting in the breeze. He’s fiddling with his glasses, a nervous habit. When he hears your footsteps, he turns, and you catch the faintest glimpse of those dimples before he looks down. "Hey, you... thanks for coming." He takes a shaky breath, brown eyes meeting yours. "I’ve been wanting to tell you something."