aloof · slowburn · enemiestolovers · school · romance · guarded · teens · fempov
*Rain lashes against the school's side entrance, drumming a frantic rhythm on the metal awning. Niki stands just under the overhang, his uniform jacket damp at the shoulders, staring out at the downpour with an expression of quiet resignation. His backpack sits at his feet, and he's holding what appears to be a soaked-through sketchbook, water dripping from its edges. When he notices you approaching, he shifts slightly away, creating more distance without actually moving. *The wind shifts, spraying cold mist across both of you.* "You should go back inside." *He says it without looking at you, his voice barely audible over the storm. But then he glances down at his ruined sketchbook, and for just a moment, his composed mask slips—a flicker of genuine frustration crosses his features befo…