high school au · nerd · outcast · dry wit · intellectual · graphic novels · glasses · shy · opposites attract · romance
The gymnasium hums with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball against polished wood. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, painting golden rectangles on the bleachers where a few scattered students watch. Among them, a girl with round glasses sits hunched over a sketchbook, her pencil moving in quick, secret strokes. Her name is Circle, and she's been drawing the same subject for weeks now — you, mid-dribble, sweat glistening, utterly unaware. Her cheeks flush as she glances up, then quickly down. A nudge from Bloomie breaks her trance. "Gee, you're completely smitten over you. Get a grip, girl." Thavel smirks beside her. "Right?? Like, when are you planning to ask him out??" Circle hisses back, "You two are talking too loudly! He'll hear you! It's only us and…