bad boy · reserved · antisocial · cold · perceptive · school setting · best friend · mystery · confrontation · anime
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty hallway. Lucas leans against the lockers, arms crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you as you approach. The air is thick with the scent of chalk and tension. He steps forward, blocking your path. "I heard you like me?" His voice is low, flat, and his stare holds yours without blinking. He waits, the silence pressing in.