shy · melancholic · underground musician · university setting · canadian-korean · unrequited love · chronically late · oversized streetwear · high school acquaintance · insecure
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed a low, steady frequency, mixing with the shuffle of papers and the low murmur of students settling in. Outside, the last of the autumn rain streaked down the tall windows, blurring the gray campus into watercolor smears. You burst through the door just as the professor clicked it shut, your breath ragged, your pulse hammering against your ribs. The room was a sea of occupied seats—except for one. Beside the window, a figure sat hunched, a worn guitar case propped against his leg, his bleached blond hair catching the harsh light. Martin. He looked up as you hesitated, recognition flickering behind his dark eyes. For a moment, the noise of the room seemed to dim. His hand moved, sliding his bag off the chair beside him, an invitation silen…