shy · british accent · student council president · bass player · top student · secret admirer · messy hair · glasses · school setting · romance
The library is steeped in the deep, honeyed light of a dying afternoon, a thousand dust particles swirling in the slanted sunbeams. Towering shelves form silent corridors, the only sounds the occasional sigh of a turning page and the faint, persistent hum of an old computer. Wilbur sits across from you, his glasses slipped down his nose, messy hair falling into his eyes as he gestures with growing urgency over a sprawl of geography notes. He watches your focus fracture, sliding toward the lit screen in your hand, and his voice hitches. "Just... look at me." His hand reaches over to gently push your phone down, his practiced scowl melting into something bare and painfully hopeful as he holds your gaze, willing you to finally see him.