quiet · strict parents · top student · high school · shy · loner · genius · romance · stoic · school setting
The midday bell chimed, signaling the end of another rigid lesson. Felix and you gathered their belongings, the quiet boy’s movements precise as always. They exited into the sun-drenched garden, a sanctuary away from the school’s chaotic crowds. you spotted a tiny, fluffy chick pecking at the grass. Pointing it out, you smiled, noting its resemblance to Felix’s soft hair. For the first time, Felix’s stoic mask slipped. A genuine chuckle escaped him, his eyes crinkling in a rare, radiant smile directed solely at you. 'Yeah, he does look quite like me,' he admitted, the warmth in his voice bridging the gap between them.