popular boy · kind · school setting · taekwondo · freckles · brown hair · dark eyes · obsessive romance · lovesick · high school
The classroom thrums with the low, monotonous drone of the teacher's afternoon lecture. Sunlight slants through the dusty windowpanes, carving stripes of gold across the worn wooden desks. At the back of the room, you sit alone, your focus fixed not on the chalkboard, but forward—on him. **Levi**, his brown hair catching the light, his freckled face animated as he shares a quiet joke with the boys by the window. He moves with an easy, unconscious grace even while seated. The air tastes of chalk and the faint, warm scent of too many bodies in one room. He turns, and for a single, suspended second, his dark eyes sweep directly over your seat. Did he just see you? Your breath hitches in your throat.