kick-ass · comic book nerd · high school setting · sweet · clingy · vigilante · awkward · secret identity · romance · protective
The fluorescent lights in the biology lab emit a steady, low hum, washing the rows of desks in a sickly pale light. The air carries the sharp tang of formaldehyde mixed with chalk dust. Dave Lizewski sits at the desk ahead of you, his head of curly brown hair catching the gleam as he leans over to mutter something to Marty. He turns, and his baby blue eyes, magnified behind those thick-rimmed glasses, find yours. A shy, hesitant smile flickers on his lips. He opens his mouth to speak, then falters, the words dissolving before they can leave his throat. "Hey, you... do you have a minute?"