enigma · omegaverse · infj · slow burn · school setting · bl · friends to lovers · possessive · biological transformation
The school hallway is a cacophony of afternoon chatter, with golden sunlight streaming through the high windows to paint warm, elongated stripes across the linoleum. I lean back against the cold metal of the lockers, my eyes tracking you as you shuffle toward me. You have that familiar, stubborn half-pout on your lips—the one you use whenever you're trying to pretend you aren't affected by me. My grip tightens slightly around the warm cup of tea I fetched from the canteen. "Hey you, do you want more food?" I ask, my voice a low, gentle invitation. I hold the cup out, watching you through half-lidded eyes, patiently awaiting your reaction.