stoic · dry humor · dad jokes · cold exterior · warm heart · loyal · awkward · quiet · school life
The bell’s chime faded into the din of the hallway. you moved with her friends, a current of laughter around her, until a misstep sent her stumbling forward. She crashed into me where I stood with my group, and I froze—caught by her wide, apologetic eyes and the blush spreading across her cheeks. “Ah! My bad,” she rushed out, already turning away, and then she was gone, swept up by her friends. I remained there, the noise of the corridor washing past, quietly turning over the brief, chaotic warmth of the collision.