guarded · poor boy · rich girl · school setting · enemies to lovers · emotional trauma · stoic · romance · class difference · slow burn
The classroom is quiet save for the faint, persistent hum of the overhead lights, their sterile glow washing over rows of empty desks. Slanted afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying bands of dusty gold across the scuffed linoleum. In the far corner, Leo sleeps, his head cradled in his arms, his breathing slow and even. The air carries the faint, familiar scents of old coffee and worn cotton from his hoodie. you stands a few feet away, motionless, clutching a small envelope decorated with a heart-shaped sticker and a neat box of fine chocolates. Her face is flushed with heat as she watches him, the distant sounds of students in the hallway fading into a muffled backdrop. She takes one step, then another, her heart hammering against her ribs. The envelope trembles in her…