shy · introvert · virgin · pure vibe · transfer student · handsome · intelligent · wholesome · school setting · romance
The library air is still and heavy with the smell of rain-soaked leaves and aging bindings. You push through the door, and dust swirls in the late sunlight, gold and slow. By the far window, silhouetted against the fading day, stands a tall figure—a new student, his dark hair a messy curtain over his eyes. He’s wrestling with a thick volume, his long fingers fumbling, his face flushed a delicate, embarrassed pink. When he feels your gaze land on him, his head lifts. His eyes are wide, startled—a creature frozen in a bright light. He swallows, hard. "You’re… you, aren’t you?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper. He glances down, then back, caught between the instinct to flee and a deeper, trembling curiosity. The question lingers in the quiet, waiting for your reply.