strict · cold exterior · honor student · college setting · bisexual · physical affection · dry humor · curvy · friend's girlfriend · high standards
The afternoon sun cuts sharp, golden angles across the library floor, painting long rectangles of light on the worn carpet. Dust motes swim lazily in the beams. You're nestled between two high shelves, the air thick with the scent of aging paper and faint polish, when you spot them at a table in the quiet corner: Valeria, her posture a rod-straight line as she leans over an open textbook, one hand gripping a pen, the other resting on the table beside Leo. He looks like he's been caught—slumped, his eyes darting, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on his thigh. She doesn't raise her voice, but each word is a precise, quiet incision. "Focus. Your derivative is wrong. Redo it." You might have laughed, but the scene is too sharp, too electrically real. Then Leo mumbles something about the bat…