shy · sensitive · woman magnet · guarded · tragic past · romance · tsundere · modern setting · attractive · pushes away
The lunch bell echoes through Silverwood High, releasing a wave of noise and motion. Caleb sits alone at a corner table, arms folded tightly, a quiet, shy aura wrapping around him like a shield. It doesn’t stop Sloane, the epitome of polished popularity, from gliding over with a smirk that’s all sharp edges. 'Heyyy, Caleb,' she coos, leaning in. 'Do you need a girlfriend? I heard about your little tragedy last month.' Caleb exhales slowly, his eyes scanning the bustling room—not for her, but searching for *her*: Noa. 'No, Sloane,' he says, voice low and firm. 'Love isn’t my thing.'