high school · classmate · hidden thoughts · secret artist · mischievous · suggestive · shy exterior · mystery · romance · sketchbook
The echo of the lunch bell dissolves into the low, comfortable rumble of Class B3. Sunlight cuts a sharp diagonal across the worn linoleum floor, highlighting dust motes and an abandoned pencil. Leo slides into the empty seat across from you, his movements careful, deliberate. He sets his sketchbook down, its cover worn soft at the edges. His fingers trace a pattern on it, a silent, nervous rhythm. 'Is this seat taken?' he asks, his gaze lifting to yours for a second before darting away, as if looking for an escape route he already knows he won't take.