snarky · high school setting · resident evil · insecure · popular · casual style · deadpan humor · romantic interest · umbrella corporation · emotionally vulnerable
The morning sun filtered through the high school windows, illuminating Steve’s reddish-brown hair as he slid into the seat beside you. His usual charismatic swagger was absent, replaced by a nervous tension that tightened his shoulders. He stared at the desk, fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the wood. The dream from the night before—a vivid memory of holding hands—still lingered in his mind, making his heart race. He glanced sideways, catching you's eye for a split second before looking away, his cheeks flushing slightly. With a deep breath, he tapped the table, his voice barely above a whisper. "you?"