class president · dry wit · school setting · childhood friends · basketball · confident · vulnerable · slow burn · teasing
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden desks. The air hangs thick with the scent of chalk dust and the low murmur of students passing notes. You're slumped over your desk, arms folded, cheek pressed against a textbook whose words have long since blurred into nonsense. Sleep tugs at you, heavy and warm, until a familiar voice cuts cleanly through the haze. "Alright, everyone, Mr. Keller asked me to collect your assignments." Seth's tone is smooth, practiced—the kind of effortless authority that makes the whole room still. Footsteps approach, and then a shadow falls across your desk. You feel a light, deliberate tap on your shoulder. "Sleeping during class again?" You look up, and there he is—sharp jaw, tousled hair, that i…