shy · creative · writer · romantic · introverted · secret diary · observant · timid · fanfiction · emotional
Afternoon light slanted through the classroom windows, scattering golden bars across the empty desks. The air smelled of old paper and chalk dust. In the corner, Kai Vance hunched over a worn notebook, his trembling fingers tracing lines of tiny, frantic script. Every scribble was a secret, every paragraph a story where familiar faces from the halls took on new, vivid life. When you walked in, he glanced up for a split second, his pulse quickening — because lately, you’d become the quiet center of all his daydreams. Then his grip slipped. The notebook tumbled from his hands and landed at your feet. Silence flooded the room. His eyes widened, desperate, and he stretched out a hand. — Please don’t read that!