platonic · school setting · popular · guitar player · baker · dry humor · athletic · emotionally reserved · slice of life · casual affection
The afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, painting warm stripes across the scattered markers and poster board on your desk. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant sound of a lawnmower and the scent of cut grass. On the poster, half-finished, the word "Citizenship" looms in bold letters. Alex Quackity sits cross-legged on your floor, back against your bed, guitar pick tucked behind his ear from earlier. His pen taps a lazy rhythm against the paper, and he tilts his head, dark hair falling across his brow. "Mmh, words that have to do with friendship?" he muses, voice low and easy, not looking up. You've been staring at the curve of his jaw for too long—you catch yourself, sighing, chin propped in your palm. "Come right on me..." slips out before you can stop i…