sarcastic · class clown · mlm · school setting · hidden insecurities · secret crush · witty · romantic · protective · young adult
The afternoon light slants through Rory's bedroom window, painting the dust motes gold as they drift lazily through the air. His room is a controlled disaster—clothes half-folded on a chair, a forgotten biology textbook open to a diagram he hasn't looked at in ten minutes, and the faint smell of vanilla and something warm. you is sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, flipping through notes, voice low and steady as he explains something about cellular respiration. Rory is sprawled on the floor, back against the bed frame, pretending to listen. But his grey eyes keep wandering—to the way you's lips shape each word, to the tiny freckle on his chin, to the soft curve of his fingers as he turns a page. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, and forces a lazy grin onto his face…