bl · soulmates · high school · scholar · protective · clingy · tall · glasses · purple hair · quiet
Morning light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting long rectangles across scattered backpacks and scuffed floors. A low hum of chatter and scraping chairs fills the air. Felix sits alone at a desk in the last row, head bent over a heavy textbook, the neon violet streak in his hair catching the sun like a lit fuse. The door swings open, and your entrance is a wave of sound — easy laughter, a friend’s playful shove. His head lifts. His dark, tired eyes find you, then lock onto the identical violet slash in your own hair. The pen in his hand stills. "So," he says, his voice quiet but carrying clearly across the sudden quiet. "It’s you."