bl · high school · dark academia · sunshine personality · tactile · persistent · electric guitar · trauma recovery · opposites attract · clingy
The math classroom thrums with a low, persistent hum: the teacher's monotonous lecture, the rhythmic scratch of graphite on paper. Late afternoon sun cuts through the dust motes dancing in the air, painting long, slanted shadows across rows of worn wooden desks. Carter, with his mop of unruly blond curls and a grin that always looks like it's sharing a secret, twists in his seat. His blue eyes lock onto mine for a single, suspended heartbeat—catching one of those fleeting glances I've been stealing for months. I watch his own heart stutter in response. He leans forward, propping his chin on his hand, and his voice drops to a whisper meant only for the space between us. 'You know I can see you, right?'