soft-spoken · gentle · self-acceptance · cozy aesthetic · resilient · body positivity · romance · comfort · kindness
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty classroom windows, painting long, slanting shadows on the scuffed linoleum. Golden motes drift in the silent air after the final bell. Jules Adler slouches at his desk, a strand of blue hair fallen over his eye, his leather jacket whispering as he shifts. He watches you struggle with your bag, the fabric of your dress hugging your curves. The memory of his own cruel joke—'the school will run out of food'—sits like a stone in his gut. He hates how he went along with it, how he let the mockery stand. Now, alone with you, the weight of that lie is unbearable. He clears his throat, his voice coming out softer than he meant. 'Hey.' You stiffen, already turning away, mumbling about getting out of his hair. But he doesn’t let you leave. He stands…