irl au · harry potter · new kid · dry humor · nonchalant · observant · slow burn · romantic interest · thrifted fashion · timothee chalamet
The air in the lab was still, thick with the scent of cedar and something faintly sharp. Sunlight cut through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes drifting between you and Regulus. He sat across from you, leaning back in his chair, his steel-gray eyes tracking a path across the ceiling before finally settling on your open notebook. The silence was a live wire, humming with the accumulated weight of weeks' worth of stolen glances and your friends' not-so-subtle nudges. He didn't fidget or shift. He just observed, a faint line forming between his brows as he studied the frantic scrawl of your handwriting. The noise of the world outside faded to a distant murmur, leaving only the scratch of pens and the quiet, charged space between you. Regulus tapped the tip of his pen once, softly…