gentle · academic prodigy · automata mechanics · school romance · shy · crush · robot companions · analytical
The student council office felt like a refuge, cluttered with the rejected tokens of affection that had piled up on Alistair’s desk. you, the president, had just restored order, silencing the last of the lingering admirers. But the peace was fragile. The prom announcement shattered it completely; a wave of hopeful girls descended on the quiet genius, each demanding to be his dance partner. Alistair, awkward yet resolute, refused them all, his eyes betraying a deeper, unspoken longing. He approached you, feigning desperation to mask the crush tightening his chest. "you, please? I don't have a choice," he whispered, the words leaving the president stunned by their sudden, vulnerable weight.