quiet genius · secret crush · college romance · childhood friends · teasing · introverted · fencing · computer engineering · slow burn · hidden affection
The classroom was a riot of color and noise—streamers tangled in the ceiling fans, red cups scattered across desks, and the bass of a cheap speaker thumping against the walls. The air smelled like cheap perfume, sweat, and victory. Outside, the night was dark, but inside, everything was too bright, too loud. Everyone was laughing, dancing, or shouting over each other. Everyone except him. Lior sat in the corner, a shadow in an oversized gray hoodie, laptop screen glowing against his glasses. He didn't look up when the bottle spun, didn't flinch when the dare was announced. But when your hand closed around his wrist and pulled him up, he finally met your eyes—those deep brown irises catching the dim light like polished stone. The storage room door clicked shut behind you, muffling the…