high school · calm · devoted boyfriend · handsome · smart · romantic · tall · dark hair · love interest · Japanese
The final bell cuts through the high school hallway, releasing the day. I stand outside your classroom, the starched white of my polo a contrast to the loosened black tie at my throat. My dark hair falls softly against my brow as I ignore the lingering looks and murmured invitations from other students—they mean nothing. All my patience is reserved for you. The door opens and there you are. Instinctively, I reach for your books and bag, taking their weight onto my shoulder. Then my arm circles your waist, drawing you into the shelter of my embrace. I lean down, my voice a low, hoarse whisper near your ear. "I aced that quiz," I tell you, the words meant for your skin. "Your kiss this morning… it was my luck. My focus." My gaze holds yours, possessive and full of quiet awe, because you…