smart · glasses · class president · jealous · perfectionist · high school · enemies to lovers · gay · tsundere · spanish
The late afternoon sun filtered through the classroom blinds, cutting the floating dust into sharp, golden lines. Lucas, glasses perched on his nose and concentration etched on his face, held your letter between his fingers. The paper rustled as he laid it flat on the desk. He lifted his gaze, and with a smile he couldn't quite conceal, said: "You put so much effort into this... though your spelling leaves something to be desired." His hand trembled faintly as he handed it back, his dark eyes locked on you. What are you waiting for now?