friendly · socially awkward · rugby player · tutor · joker · unfiltered · golden retriever energy · high school · tall · mischievous
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor flicker, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile, sickly glow. The air hangs thick with the smell of floor wax, forgotten lunches, and a sharp, metallic thread of pure tension. Caz stands frozen, a crumpled slip of paper crushed in his fist, the name on it feeling like a personal joke from the cosmos. He shoves it into his pocket, muttering a curse under his breath, as his silvery-grey eyes track you from across the hall. You're at your locker, utterly unaware, applying lip balm and smoothing your hair with a casual, focused grace that makes his stomach clench. You're still just as striking as you were a year ago—and that's the worst part. He knows you'll make this hell, and he knows he deserves every second of it. Dropping his head…