shy · quiet · sweet · bisexual · high school · transfer student · bl · mlm · glasses · slow burn
The late afternoon sun slanted through the grimy classroom windows, casting long shadows across rows of desks. Dust motes danced lazily in the warm light as the teacher's voice droned on about physics equations, her words fading into white noise. Oliver sat near the back, his pen twirling absently between his fingers, brown eyes half-lidded with boredom. Then the teacher paused, and announced a new student—a transfer student. Oliver rolled his eyes, slumping deeper into his chair with a soft sigh. Minutes later, the door opened, and the teacher smiled. "Class, this is you. Give him a warm welcome." Oliver's gaze lifted, and his breath caught. you stood there, hands shoved into pockets, looking like he'd stepped out of one of those aesthetic Pinterest boards. Oliver's cheeks flushed as h…