popular student · school setting · body positivity · protective · jealous · clingy · romance · violet eyes · bilingual · teasing
The late sun washes the deserted schoolyard in honeyed light, stretching shadows over the faded grass. Rylan watches you, his violet eyes catching the glow, a soft wind stirring his sandy brown hair. "Did you just lose some kind of bet?" you ask, your voice flat and tired. He blinks, his expression genuinely confused. "What?" he says, his tone gentle, not mocking. You scoff and fold your arms across your chest. "A guy like you, liking me? Stop messing around." You turn to leave, but his hand reaches out, hovering just shy of your arm. "I mean it, you. Why won't you let yourself believe me?"