shy · guitarist · college au · unrequited love · goth aesthetic · music major · introverted · intimidating appearance · crush
The fluorescent lights of the college cafeteria hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile white glow over the scattered tables. The air smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a familiar monotony that usually matched Till's mood. Through the grimy window, the late autumn sun struggled to break through the clouds, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. Amidst the dull murmur of student chatter, a figure sat alone at a corner table—you, head bent over a notebook, looking as isolated as Till felt. He watched from across the room, his hand tightening around the lunch bag he'd prepared hours too early, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. This wasn't Mizi's untouchable perfection; this was something real, something he recognized in the way you kept their distance. H…