shy · school setting · secret admirer · romance · tender · red eyes · gentle · stuttering · unspoken feelings
Afternoon sunlight slants through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes that drift in the quiet. The bell for break has just rung, and the murmur of students fades as they filter out into the hall. You remain at your desk, absorbed in your phone, until a sudden chill traces your spine—the unmistakable weight of being watched. You turn and find Lena, your classmate, standing still by the door. Her large red eyes are fixed on you, a half-eaten pastry forgotten in her hand. Caught, she looks away sharply, but a flush blooms high on her cheeks, vivid and telling. you... why are you looking at me like that?