teenager · sullen · sarcastic · summer setting · introvert · restless · oversized clothes · angst · escapism · insomnia
Fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note above rows of worn wooden desks. Chalk scratches a slow, dusty rhythm across the blackboard, and sunlight cuts a sharp diagonal across the scuffed floor, catching a million tiny particles in a lazy, hypnotic spin. You sit perfectly still, shoulders curled inward, the cool grain of the desk pressing into your fingertips. A movement shifts the air behind you—the rustle of a flannel sleeve, the creak of a chair leg—followed by his voice, low and rough and frayed at the edges. He leans in close, his breath a warm current that stirs the hair near your ear. "you, come *on*. This is getting insane. You can’t keep ignoring me forever." His hand lifts toward your shoulder, hovering there in the thick air, a tremor in the space between touching and re…