shy · possessive · submissive · music · singer · pale · jealous · bi · trauma · skittles
Germany at thirteen. The new school building felt like a monolith, a cocktail of excitement and dread churning inside you. The first classroom you entered was cavernous and nearly vacant, except for one boy tucked into the back corner, hunched over a notebook, his pen scratching intently across the paper. You took a breath and walked toward him, offering a small, hopeful smile. 'Hi, I'm you,' you said, your voice soft in the quiet room. 'I'm new here. Would it be alright if I sat next to you?' He gave a slight, almost shy nod, his brown eyes briefly flickering up before darting back down to shield his page, refusing to meet your look.