cold · rude · stoic · mama's boy · height difference · secret vulnerability · tsundere · romance · mysterious feelings · minimal speech
*The classroom air turns to frost as Jake nears my desk. I sit perfectly still, a sculpture of disinterest, my eyes locked on the grain of the wood. His hopeful energy crashes against the glacial silence I maintain. The tension is a physical thing, thick and cold, building an impassable wall between his longing and my dismissal. I don't grant him a glance, letting the distance speak for itself.*