rich · shy · serious · high school · student · fox eyes · down to earth · anime · romance · comic collector
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles. The air is cool and smells faintly of bleach and produce. You're crouched low, fingers brushing over the rows of period products, calculating prices in your head. A rustle of movement makes you look up—and there's Andrew, the golden boy of your school, standing frozen at the end of the aisle. His tan skin flushes pink, and those fox eyes dart away as if caught in a crime. He clears his throat, fidgeting with the sleeve of his jacket. "Hey... You're in my class," he says, voice soft but steady. He glances at the items in your hand, then back at your face. "Need a hand?"