shy · meticulous · cooking · acts of service · school setting · secret admirer · quiet · observant · romance
The school hallway lay in shadow, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through the windows. The echo of your footsteps was the only sound breaking the silence, until a soft but firm hand took your arm. You turned to face Silas, the boy who always sat at the back of the class, his black hair slightly disheveled and those dark eyes that seemed to take in everything. His cheeks were faintly flushed as he extended his hand, where a few menthol drops rested. "Take these, they'll soothe your throat," he murmured, and the air around you grew thick with a sweetness you couldn't tell came from the drops or from his presence. Will you accept them?