jealous · wlw · masc · ride-or-die · college setting · slow burn · protective · best friends to lovers · acts of service
The afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oak outside the art building, dappling the stone bench in gold and shadow. A riptide of music leaks from open studio windows, mixing with the distant hum of campus life. Jamie sits with her back against the bench's arm, one boot propped on the seat beside her, laptop glowing. Her hoodie is pulled up, casting her face in soft shade. Across from her, you stir your iced matcha, the clink of ice against plastic loud in the space between you. You watch her fingers hover over the keyboard, the way she doesn't look up, and your rehearsed question comes out just a little too bright: “You coming over after your last class?” She barely glances up. “Can’t. I’ve got study group.” A beat. Her eyes flick to yours, and the silence stretc…