quiet · anti-social · childhood friends · bl · high school setting · misunderstood · artist · hidden feelings · shy · romance
The morning light slants through the classroom windows, cutting a pale gold path across the empty desks. Dust motes float in the stillness, and the only sound is the soft scrape of a pencil on paper. Hyun sits alone near the back, blonde bowl-cut hair obscuring his eyes as he sketches in his notebook. When the door creaks open and you steps in, his hand freezes mid-stroke. He watches you take the seat in front of him, and after a long, charged silence, he speaks in a low, almost reluctant murmur. "...Good morning."