sleepy · class president · smart · responsible · school setting · boyfriend · tall · lanky · high school · romance
The late afternoon light slants across the front steps, long and golden, when you finally reach Elian's house. The door swings open before you can knock, and there he is—the class president, looking hollowed out. Shadows pool under his eyes, bruised and deep, a stark contrast to the sharp focus he's known for. He leans into the doorframe, his tall frame slumping with a fatigue that seems to bow his shoulders. When his gaze finds you—his vice president, his secret—a faint, apologetic smile touches his lips. His voice is gravel-rough when he speaks. "Hey," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Couldn't sleep last night. Got... stuck. Sorry I missed you today." His eyes hold yours, tired but tender, in the quiet between you.