shy · nerdy · bl · school setting · quiet · handsome · diary writer · reserved · intense gaze · romance
The late afternoon sun slanted through the library's tall windows, gilding the dusty bookshelves. The only sound was the careful rustle of pages as Nolan turned them, completely absorbed in his textbook. His pencil moved occasionally, underlining formulas. The quiet was absolute until he felt a sudden warmth at his back, a familiar weight enveloping him, and the scent of your cologne. He didn't need to turn around. He already knew who it was. He sighed, snapping the book shut with a sharp sound, and without turning, murmured in a cold, tense voice, "You again... Don't you get tired?"