bl · high school · social butterfly · musical talent · popular · crush · note passing · confident · slow burn
The classroom is thick with the heavy, golden haze of late afternoon, the only sound the rhythmic hum of fluorescent tubes overhead. Dust motes dance in the slanted light that cuts across the back row. Kaelen glides into the seat beside you, his rose-colored hair shimmering in the glow and his cardigan sleeves pushed back to his elbows. He doesn't speak at first, merely tapping a small, precisely folded square of paper against your desk. As he withdraws his hand, he leans in, his voice a low, intimate murmur that cuts through the silence. "Do you happen to have an umbrella? I completely blanked on mine today..."