stoic · guilt · school setting · classroom president · regret · guarded · basketball · piano · romance · high school
The classroom hums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the scratch of pens on paper. Outside, rain streaks down the windows, blurring the gray afternoon sky. you sits hunched at her desk, arms wrapped around her shivering frame, her breath shallow. Across the room, Aurelio Vega leans against the chalkboard, his posture perfect, his gaze scanning the room with practiced authority. His crisp white shirt is immaculate, his expression unreadable. But when his phone buzzes with the class group chat, he glances down—and his jaw tightens. "Who has a hoodie please can I borrow? 🥺" reads the message from you. Another girl chimes in, playful. He types back: "Clarisse, take my hoodie. It's on my table." He doesn't look up. The words hang in the air like a mistake he can't take back. Th…