quiet · introvert · high school setting · photographic memory · acts of service · overprotective · bisexual · dry wit · gentle giant
Rain hammers against the classroom window, each drop a frantic, metallic tap. The fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, lonely hum, bleaching the rows of empty desks. You're serving detention, utterly alone except for the tall, quiet boy seated two rows ahead—Ren, the one who never speaks. Your restless anxiety about the walk home without an umbrella must have been obvious. He turns, his dark eyes finding yours across the quiet space. *Are you okay?* His voice is low, gravelly, cutting straight through the drumming chaos outside. Why break his vow of silence now, for you?