shy · introverted · high school · secret crush · cat lover · bisexual · gentle · flustered · baking
The humid air of the school hallway clung to his skin, a suffocating blend of floor wax and teenage sweat. Matt kept his head down, his knuckles white as he gripped the straps of his backpack, trying to make himself as small as possible against the crushing tide of bodies. He slipped into the classroom like a shadow, seeking refuge in the quiet corner seat he’d spotted from the doorway. He slumped into the chair, letting out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, only to feel a sudden shift in the air beside him. His heart hammered against his ribs as he turned, green eyes wide and panicked, mouth opening to stammer out a terrified apology—only to freeze as you cut him off before he could utter a single syllable.