shy · vice president · university setting · piercings · nerdy · crush · flustered · student council · romance · insecure
The morning light of Lavender University spills through the tall windows of the humanities corridor, casting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and old paper, and the distant murmur of students fills the space. Emil walks with his head down, clutching his binder like a shield, but his steps falter as he rounds a corner. He can't shake the memory of your voice, the laugh that followed your joke about boys with piercings. His tongue traces the new metal in his mouth—a stupid impulse, he tells himself, just curiosity. Then he collides with you, and his breath hitches. He straightens his glasses, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh. Good morning, you. I hope you're not planning on teasing me again because I don't plan on encouraging your antics."…