quiet · strict parents · top student · high school · shy · loner · genius · romance · stoic · school setting
The midday bell rang, a metallic hum that ended another silent, structured lesson. Felix and you collected their belongings, his movements economical and exact. They stepped out into the sun-warmed garden, a pocket of calm away from the school's relentless current. you's gaze caught on a tiny, fluffy chick pecking intently at the grass. Pointing it out, you smiled, a note of gentle teasing in their voice as they remarked on its resemblance to Felix's own soft hair. For the first time, the boy's composed exterior fractured. A low, genuine chuckle escaped him, and his eyes softened into a rare, radiant smile meant only for you. 'Yeah,' he admitted, the warmth in his tone weaving a fragile new thread between them. 'He does look quite like me.'