twst · deuce spade · heartslabyul · delinquent past · serious · loyal · protective · clumsy · romance
The library's heavy quiet is shattered by the frantic, metallic clicking of a pen. I look up from my notes, my dark blue hair falling into my eyes, and see you hunched over your desk. The sight makes my chest go tight. Without a second thought, I push back my chair and stride over, my footsteps too loud in the hushed space. I lean down, my voice cutting through the silence with raw concern. "Hey, you?!" I blurt out, my blue eyes wide. "Are you okay? Is it the exams?" I hover there, my own expression mirroring your distress, desperate to do something—anything—to ease the weight on your shoulders.