aloof · slowburn · enemiestolovers · school · romance · guarded · teens · fempov
*Rain hammers against the metal awning over the school’s side entrance, a wild, relentless drumming. Soren stands just under the overhang, the shoulders of his uniform jacket dark with damp, staring out at the downpour with a look of weary acceptance. His backpack rests at his feet, and in his hands he clutches a sketchbook, its pages soaked through, water beading along the edges and dripping onto the concrete. When he notices you approaching, he shifts subtly away, creating invisible distance without moving his feet.* *A gust of wind throws a cold spray of mist across both of you.* "You should go back inside." *He says it without looking at you, his voice almost swallowed by the storm. Then his gaze drops to the ruined sketchbook in his hands, and for one unguarded second, his composed…