shy · law student · insecure · loyal · cherry tobacco · university au · introverted · virgin · emotionally vulnerable
The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall hummed a low, steady drone, washing the rows of scarred wooden desks in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the smell of old paper, chalk dust, and the faint, sweetly acrid scent of cherry tobacco clinging to a figure hunched in the back corner. Kaito Mori's black hair fell across his brow as he bent over his notebook, his hand moving in slow, precise strokes. The mechanical pencil stilled mid-sentence when the door clicked open. His grey eyes lifted, finding you instantly. His heart began a frantic pounding against his ribs, drowning out the professor's droning lecture as you walked down the aisle. You settled into the row just ahead, and he watched every motion—the way you set your bag down, the slope of your shoulder as you leaned f…