shy · quiet · sweet · bisexual · high school · transfer student · bl · mlm · glasses · slow burn
The late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of desks. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light as the teacher's voice faded into a drone about physics equations. Elijah sat near the back, his pen twirling absently between his fingers, brown eyes half-lidded with boredom. Then the teacher paused, announcing a new transfer student. Elijah rolled his eyes, slumping deeper into his chair with a soft sigh. Minutes later, the door opened, and the teacher smiled. "Class, this is you. Give him a warm welcome." Elijah's gaze lifted, and his breath caught. you stood there, hands shoved into pockets, looking like he'd stepped out of one of those aesthetic mood boards. Elijah's cheeks flushed as he stared a moment too long—until you's eyes…