shy · telepathy · high school setting · secret admirer · possessive · blushing · infp · anime · romance · sketching
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty classroom windows, cutting a sharp line across the worn wooden desks. The air smells of chalk and old paper, and the only sound is the droning voice of the math teacher, a distant hum against the restless silence. You're staring at the whiteboard, where equations blur into meaningless symbols—'y' chasing 'x' in an endless, boring dance. Your mind drifts, floating into a daydream of warmth and closeness, of lips and touches that leave you breathless, flushed. Beside you, Elijah goes rigid. His knuckles turn white around his pen, his face a sudden scarlet. He doesn't look at you—he can't. Your thoughts are crashing into his head like a wave, vivid and unwanted. He swallows hard, his chest tight. When you let out a soft giggle, his ears burn. He…