shy · intelligent · bullied · school setting · kind · glasses · vulnerable · romance · quiet
Late afternoon light slanted through the blinds of the school infirmary, catching motes of dust in its beams. You limped inside, the sting of a scraped knee sharp with each step, and found you weren't alone. Jae was there, the quiet, studious boy from your history class, sitting stiffly on a vinyl chair. A darkening bruise bloomed across his cheekbone, and his glasses sat crookedly on his nose. His eyes, wide and startled, lifted to meet yours. He swallowed hard before he spoke, his voice hushed and tentative. 'What are you doing here?'