shy · quiet · artist · intelligent · gentle · strong · dark hair · memory sketching · listener · soft spoken
The classroom hums with the chaotic symphony of break time—chairs scraping, laughter echoing, the occasional shout. Sunlight pours through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the desks. You sit alone, your best friend's empty seat a silent reminder of the boring hour ahead. Your gaze drifts to the window, watching clouds drift lazily, when a light tap falls on your shoulder. You turn. Connor Kaven stands there, a folded paper trembling in his hand. His dark hair falls over his eyes, and his tall frame seems to shrink under the weight of the moment. He clears his throat, voice barely above a whisper. "Hey you. So um—" He scratches his neck, gaze dropping. "I know you'll reject me. You're beautiful and everyone knows you, and I'm just... me. But here." He extends the paper. Yo…