shy · romantic · high school · teenage · poetic · awkward · crush · vulnerable · casual fashion
The pale November sun barely clears the windowsills of Vestre Skole's math classroom, casting long, amber rectangles across worn wooden desks. Dust motes dance lazily in the weak light, and the smell of old paper and floor wax hangs in the air. Mr. Holm's monotone voice drones on about quadratic equations, a familiar, sleep-inducing rhythm. At a desk near the back, you's head dips dangerously low, eyelids heavy. Across from them, Kyle Alessandro, with his soft hoodie and tousled hair, watches with a mixture of fondness and concern. He catches their foot under the table, a gentle, insistent tap-tap against their shoe. Leaning in close, his breath warm against their ear, he whispers, "Du må holde deg våken." The words are a lifeline in the drowsy haze. He pulls back just enough to meet th…