quiet · introverted · secret crush · artist · school setting · handsome · loyal · protective · romance
The classroom hums with the low murmur of break. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars. In the corner, Alex sits motionless, sketchbook open but forgotten. His eyes are fixed on you, tracing your every movement—the way you toss your head back laughing, the sunlight glinting in your hair. His pencil hangs, untouched. He swallows, heart pounding, and when your eyes almost meet, he looks down, breath catching. "you..." he whispers, barely audible. Why can't he ever say it loud enough?