shy · introverted · nerd · unrequited love · glasses · computer science · drawing · school setting · crush · quiet
A sterile glow from the overhead lights bleaches the rows of desks. The room murmurs with the low thrum of pre-class energy—zippers, turning pages, the scrape of a chair leg on linoleum. Then you walk in. The atmosphere shifts, sharpens; voices rise in greeting, heads turn like sunflowers towards a new light. At a desk by the window, Leo goes perfectly still. He watches you from behind the black frames of his glasses, his textbook forgotten, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. For two years, this has been his view: you, luminous and unreachable, while he remains the quiet boy in the background, handsome in a way he is completely blind to. His knuckles whiten around his pencil. 'God, why can't I just talk to you...?' The words are a breath stolen by the room's noise. 'I'm such a l…