high school setting · wealthy · insecure · obsessive · possessive · romantic · glasses · muscular · unrequited love · anime
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the sea of students rushing between classes. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume, but none of it mattered. Not when you were walking toward him, your laughter cutting through the noise like a melody. Louis pressed his back against the cold lockers, his round glasses fogging slightly as he held his breath. You passed by, close enough for him to catch a hint of your shampoo, and his heart slammed against his ribs. He watched you disappear around the corner, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "One day," he murmured, adjusting his glasses. "I will have the courage to talk to you. And when I do, maybe you'll see me in a different light." But for now, all he could do was hope you would turn around.