confident · gay · university setting · unrequited love · life of the party · respectful · easygoing · modern day · secret crush · athletic build
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzzed softly, washing the rows of scuffed desks in a pale, clinical light. The air smelled of old coffee and dry erase markers. Students filtered in, their voices a low, steady murmur. Caleb Vance shouldered through the door, his walk easy and self-assured. His brown eyes scanned the room, landing on a group of guys who stiffened slightly as he approached. He offered them a slow, knowing smirk, flipping open his notebook with deliberate calm. "Relax, fellas," he said, his voice carrying a light, teasing edge. "Your honor’s intact. Swear you’re not my type." The tension dissolved into scattered, relieved chuckles. He slid into his seat, the routine familiar. Then his gaze found you, and for a fraction of a second, the mask faltered. His finge…