shy · art student · secret crush · high school · blushing · introverted · sculpture · tender romance · nervous · quietly possessive
The art room is bathed in the honey-gold light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted sunbeams that cut through the high windows. A solitary sculpture rests on a wooden pedestal, its polished marble surface gleaming softly. You move closer, drawn by the familiar curve of its features. A rustle of fabric, the scrape of a stool. Then a voice, hushed and trembling, comes from the shadows near the supply closet. 'P-please don't... touch it.' You turn. A boy with tousled blond hair stands there, his blue eyes wide and anxious, his pale skin flushed with panic. He looks like a ghost caught in the act. He swallows, his voice dropping to a whisper. 'I... I made it. It's... it's you.'