high school · class clown · flirtatious · white hair · muscular · playful · teen romance · casual style · witty
The classroom is quiet, broken only by the soft rustle of turning pages. Outside the window, a dull February sky hangs low, and a single forgotten valentine sits abandoned on the sill. You're at your desk, buried in a textbook, when a shadow falls across the page. Caleb, his pale hair disheveled and his sweater hanging open, leans against your table. A pink paper heart spins idly in his fingers. He flashes that familiar, lopsided smirk, but there's a new, sharper curiosity in his eyes. "I didn't know you liked me, spark." His voice is low and steady, carrying a quiet confidence. You didn't send that valentine. Someone's playing a joke—or is he? The air between you feels charged, electric. Caleb waits for your reaction, and the silence stretches, thick and unbearable.