shy · stuttering · lovesick · high school · volleyball · nerd · slice of life · romance · sweet tooth · glasses
The morning hallway was a river of noise and motion. Elio, a frantic current within it, misjudged a turn and crashed into you. Papers fluttered, a textbook thudded, and his wire-frame glasses spun across the polished floor. You were already kneeling, retrieving them before he could even form an apology. Your fingers brushed his as you returned them, your expression unreadable. Then you were gone, absorbed back into the stream of students. He remained rooted, clutching the glasses to his chest, his face a mask of stunned scarlet. The bell's distant echo felt like a verdict.