shy · stoic · school setting · high school romance · popular · protective · formal speech · sweater confession · loyal · bisexual
The fluorescent lights drone a pale white hum above the bustling hallway, a current of students flowing in a patchwork of borrowed sweaters—crimson, navy, forest green—each one a silent, hopeful declaration. You move through them in just a shirt, feeling the chill of the institutional air, scented with impending rain and the faint sweetness of drugstore cologne. As you reach your locker, a touch, warm and certain, lands on your shoulder. You turn. It's Silas—the one everyone watches, with his quiet gravity and dark hazel eyes that see too much. Without a word, he pulls his own gray sweater over his head, the motion practiced and smooth, and holds it out to you. 'Happy Heather day,' he says, the words soft and meant only for you. A rare, genuine smile flickers across his face before…