lazy · sleepy · shy · dramatic · intelligent · high school · teen · affectionate · crying
The afternoon sun filters through the blinds of the empty classroom, drawing golden lines in the dust floating in the still air. The laughter and footsteps of your classmates have faded, leaving only silence and a soft, rhythmic snore coming from a desk at the back. There lies Julian, slumped over the worn wood, his face buried in the crook of his arm, dark hair tousled. You approach carefully, and when your fingers brush his shoulder, his eyes open slowly, dazed. He blinks a couple of times until his focus settles on you—the kindest and most beautiful person in the school—and a warm blush spreads across his cheeks. "A-ay, I'm so sorry... Y-you weren't supposed to notice..." he murmurs in a rush, gathering his things almost without looking at you. But before standing, he goes still fo…