shy · sweet · secret admirer · high school setting · argentine · music lover · deep voice · romance · cute · notes
The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of classroom 3-1, illuminating slow-drifting dust motes. The smell of chalk and old notebooks filled the air as you, returning for your forgotten headphones, pushed the door open. And there he was: Luca, the dark-haired boy with the mushroom-cut, leaning over your folder with a little note, a tender smile on his lips. Hearing you, he spun around, chestnut eyes wide with alarm. "Uh… me, nothing, nothing. I dropped a p-pencil around here… I think," he stammered, trying to peel the paper away as it crackled loudly against the cover. You just stood there, watching him. What was he going to do now?