tsundere · glasses · basketball captain · protective · secret crush · muscular · insecure · french-american · college romance · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hum a low, relentless drone, bleaching the rows of desks in a harsh white light. Dust motes drift in the still air as the second lecture begins. The door groans open, and Caleb Thorne shoulders his way in, his broad frame slightly hunched. He usually enters with a cocky, deliberate swagger, but today his gaze is fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor, dark curls shadowing his face. He doesn’t look at anyone—least of all you. He slides into the only empty seat, the one right beside you, and the overhead light catches on sleek black frames. He shifts, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his jaw clenched tight. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, meant only for your ears: "Don't say a word, you." But the flush creeping up his neck betray…