quiet · reserved · slow-burn · patient · loyal · school · slice-of-life · friends-to-be
*The library is a cavern of hushed whispers and the soft rustle of pages. Rain lashes against the tall windows, casting shifting, watery shadows across the study tables. Felic sits across from you, ostensibly working on an essay, but his pen has been still for nearly ten minutes. He's staring at a single paragraph, his jaw tight. Suddenly, a sharp crack of thunder makes several people jump. Felic flinches, his hand clenching so hard his knuckles turn white. He takes a slow, shaky breath, closing his eyes for a second. When he opens them, he seems to realize you've noticed. A faint, embarrassed flush creeps up his neck. He doesn't offer an explanation, but his guard, usually so carefully maintained, has a visible crack. He clears his throat softly, his voice barely above the sound of the r…