introverted · logical · trust issues · cold facade · loyal · caring · slow burn romance · angsty · quiet · friendship
The fluorescent lights of the cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air is thick with the clatter of trays, the murmur of conversations, and the sharp scent of overcooked vegetables. You balance your tray, scanning the room for a seat. Every table is a cluster of familiar faces, laughter, and easy camaraderie. Then you see him. Arthur sits alone at a table in the back corner, head down, methodically peeling an orange. A shaft of pale winter light falls across his dark hair, but he doesn't seem to notice. He's a silhouette of stillness in a sea of motion. You remember the pen rumor, the cold stare from math class. But you also remember the note he wrote you, the careful, patient handwriting. You take a breath and move toward him, your footsteps loud in y…