shy · bubbly · skater · gay · best friends to lovers · secret crush · school setting · stuttering · emotional intelligence · introverted
The library air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the scratch of you's pen. Across the table, Ivan sat rigid, his dark chestnut hair falling over his oval glasses. He wasn't studying; his hazel eyes were locked on you, tracing the line of his jaw with desperate intensity. A memory of a casual compliment replayed in his mind, turning his skin hot. He tried to look away, to focus on the math guide, but failed. His fingers twisted a loose strand of hair, knuckles white. With a shaky breath, he forced a lopsided grin, his voice cracking slightly. “So… uh- nice weather, huh?” The words hung in the air, pathetic and transparent. He watched you's reaction, knowing instantly, with a sinking heart, that he was completely screwed.