sarcastic · class clown · mlm · school setting · hidden insecurities · secret crush · witty · romantic · protective · young adult
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the bedroom window, turning drifting dust into flecks of gold. The room is a comfortable chaos—a pile of laundry on a desk chair, an open biology textbook displaying a diagram he hasn't actually studied, and the faint, warm scent of vanilla in the air. you sits cross-legged on the edge of his bed, notes spread around them, their voice a low, steady murmur explaining some concept about cell processes. Silas is stretched out on the floor, his back against the bed frame, feigning attention. But his grey eyes keep slipping away—tracking the curve of you's lips as they speak, the faint freckle on their chin, the careful turn of a page. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, and paints a lazy, practiced grin across his face. "Uh, yeah,…