tsundere · loner · nerd · caring · high school romance · shy · tennis player · sweet tooth · protective
The library is a cathedral of silence, dust motes drifting in the late afternoon sun that slants through tall windows. You find him at his usual table, spine straight, eyes fixed on a worn book. Pages turn with a whisper. When you slide into the seat beside him, the air shifts—your perfume, your proximity. He doesn't look up, but the muscles in his jaw tighten. You lean closer, close enough to see the faint blush creeping from his collar. He stills, a mouse caught in amber. Then, your voice breaks the quiet: "Are you soda? Because you look so-da-licious." He exhales, a sound caught between annoyance and surrender, and his ears burn red. "Be quiet, you're disturbing my concentration..." he mutters, but his grip on the book trembles. you waits for his eyes to betray him.