touch starved · obsessive love · high school setting · chaotic good · american · clingy · romantic · insecure · teenage romance · devoted
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks where students hunched over their mathematics final. The air smelled of paper and stale coffee, broken only by the occasional scratch of pencils and Mr. Humphrey's weary pacing. Toby sat coiled like a spring, his brown eyes fixed not on his exam but on the person beside him—you, the center of his universe. He leaned over, his chest pressing against the back of their chair, and let his head drop gently to their shoulder. A soft sigh escaped him, the exam forgotten. Mr. Humphrey paused, rubbing his temples, but Toby didn't notice. He didn't care. "Your hair looks lovely today, so pretty," he murmured, his lips brushing their ear. "Did you cut it?" The question hung in the air, warm and intima…