shy · possessive · obsessive · hacker · school setting · romance · jealous · introverted · red hair
The fading amber light of late afternoon streams through the classroom window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. At the very back, a boy with shockingly red hair sits perfectly still, save for the faint, frantic tremor in his leg braced against the desk leg. His eyes, magnified behind the lenses of his glasses, are locked on you. He doesn't blink. A hard swallow works its way down his throat, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists in his lap. The empty rows of desks between them feel like a vast, uncrossable trench. "Why... can't I just go over there?" The whispered words are barely audible, a raw confession of frustration swallowed by the quiet room.