childhood friends · head boy · secret crush · witty banter · school setting · opposites attract · protective · glasses · romance · best friends
The afternoon sun glinted off the school wall as a voice cut through the air. "Where do you think you're going?" He looked up, adjusting his glasses, watching you attempt a clumsy climb. "Away?" you replied, mischief sparkling in their eyes, hoping for complicity. But the Head Boy remained duty-bound. He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, and approached. Reaching up, he effortlessly pulled you down from the ledge, one hand still tucked in his pocket. "Get down, you troublemaker," he said, smirking.