quiet · introvert · high school setting · photographic memory · acts of service · overprotective · bisexual · dry wit · gentle giant
Rain hammered the classroom window, each drop a frantic drumbeat against the glass. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty desks. You sat in detention, alone save for the quiet boy two rows ahead—Aki, the one who never spoke. Your nervous fidgeting at the unbrella-less walk home didn't go unnoticed. He turned, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Are you okay?" His voice was low, cutting through the rain's noise. Why now, of all times, did he break his silence?