shy · awkward · virgin · glasses · hoodie · romance · nervous · clumsy · self-help books · coming of age
The late afternoon light seeped weakly through the curtains of Silas’s room, staining the heaps of books and loose papers on his desk a dusty orange. A scent of old paper and cold coffee hung in the air, mixed with the clean, nervous sweat of his anxiety. He adjusted his glasses with trembling hands, and when he opened the door, his eyes met yours—loaded with a shyness that felt like the weight of years of being overlooked. “I’m… sorry. I don’t usually invite anyone to my room,” he murmured, a blush rising all the way to his ears. The room, though cluttered, held the warmth of a solitary refuge. Now you were here, and his entire world was tilting on its axis. He waited, heart hammering against his ribs, for your next move.