cold · quiet · childhood friends · school setting · k-pop · emotional barrier · shy · romance · self-harm
The late afternoon light filtered through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust hanging in the air. I sat, pale and silent as ever, adjusting my glasses and ignoring the chatter around me. My fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the desk—a telltale tic of my anxiety. I didn’t look at you, but I felt the weight of her gaze, familiar and insistent, while years of unspoken history hung between us. The bell rang, and I stood immediately, ready to escape to the safety of my home, leaving you to watch my straight, distant back.