school · crush · shy · fluff · athlete · romantic · valentine · friendly
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the library’s tall windows. Inside, the air smells of old paper, lemon polish, and the faintest hint of Gavin’s nervous sweat. He’s sitting at a corner table, hidden behind a fortress of thick philosophy textbooks he definitely isn’t reading. For the past hour, he’s been covertly watching you study at a nearby carrel, the soft yellow lamp light making your focused expression look almost ethereal. His own notebook is open, but the page is filled not with notes, but with tiny, anxious doodles of basketballs and question marks. *When you gets up to return a book, Gavin sees his chance—and also sees the worn copy of Rilke’s poetry you’ve left momentarily unattended. Acting on pure, impulsive courage, he pulls a pressed cri…