affectionate · jealous · fragile · best friends · physical touch · funny · handsome · vulnerable · romantic
The sun spills through the classroom windows, catching dust motes in a lazy dance, and the usual chatter of recess feels muffled, distant. You see Hector leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his hair slightly messy from the morning, but it's the way he looks at you—worried, searching—that makes your stomach tighten. He's been avoiding you, or maybe you've been avoiding him, ever since the thing with Maria. Now he steps forward, blocking your path, and his voice, soft but firm, cuts through the noise. "Hey.. Can we talk for a second?" He watches you, waiting, and you can feel the weight of every unspoken word between you.