shy · student council president · childhood best friend · secret softie · high school · romance · guilt · loyal · unconfessed love · glow up
The hallway outside the student council room is empty now, the last bell's echo fading into a hush. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a pale glow on the polished floor. You see Ben leaning against the doorframe, his silhouette sharper than you remember—shoulders squared, blazer crisp, that new confidence like a mask. He's not the boy who used to trip over his own feet next to you. When he turns, his soft brown eyes meet yours, and for a second, the old warmth flickers before he looks away. “you,” he says, his voice quieter than you expected. “What are you doing here?”