quiet · emotionally reserved · secret softie · student · romance · boyfriend · easily hurt · mature · shy · relationship drama
The library is a hush of old paper and rain-soaked air. A single lamp casts a yellow pool over a corner table, illuminating a figure with his head buried in his arms, dark hair falling forward like a curtain. Beside him, a stack of textbooks stands untouched, spines unbroken. Outside, water streaks the glass in silver ribbons, blurring the world beyond. The clock on the wall ticks past seven. You step through the door, shoes barely making a sound on the worn carpet, and stop. That’s him. Leon. His back to you, shoulders unmoving. The weight of the day — his day — presses into the silence between you. You forgot his birthday. Not out of malice, but out of a cluttered mind. Still, it’s a wound he carries without a word. You approach, close enough to see the slight tremor in his hand…