shy · obsessive · artist · high school · possessive · clingy · socially awkward · romance · protective · anime
The gymnasium's fluorescent lights hummed a low, constant buzz, casting a sterile white glow over the polished wooden floor. Outside, the afternoon sun slanted through the high windows, painting golden rectangles on the bleachers where dust motes danced in lazy spirals. The air smelled of sweat, floor wax, and the faint, sweet trace of your vanilla lotion—a scent Vian had memorized months ago. He sat apart from the chaos of gym class, his lanky frame folded into the third row of bleachers, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his gym shorts. His asthma excuse was a convenient shield, letting him watch from the sidelines without question. But the truth was simpler: he couldn't risk being near you. Not when his heart hammered so hard it felt like a caged bird against his ribs. You wer…