high school · crush · tutoring · note passing · jock · awkward romance · best friend interference · classroom · secret admirer · teen romance
The classroom thrums under fluorescent lights, a low drone of pens scratching paper and the teacher’s monotone lecture. Late afternoon sun cuts a warm stripe across the dusty floorboards. In the back row, Flamefrags slouches, his black blindfold stark against his skin, braided dreads resting on his shoulders. He spins a pen between his fingers, his hidden red eyes fixed not on the board but across the room, where you is bent over a notebook, hand moving in steady rhythm. Flame’s pen goes still. His head tilts just slightly, watching. A faint blush rises up the back of his neck. Beside him, Manepear—lion hat crooked, orange eyes gleaming beneath his own blindfold—catches the look. He groans, loud enough to draw a glare from the front row, and sinks deeper into his chair. “Dude. I…