ginger hair · chubby · shy · devoted · insecure · high school · romance · protective · bullied · soft
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzed overhead, casting a pale glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of floor wax and teenage anxiety. you stood by their locker, laughing with friends, the sound echoing off the tiles. Then Ian appeared—a soft, shuffling figure at the edge of the group, his ginger hair a messy halo, his freckled face half-hidden behind uneven bangs. He wore a too-big band tee over cargo shorts, sneakers untied. His hands trembled as he clutched a crumpled note. The friends’ laughter died into smirks as he stepped closer, but his eyes were only for you. He swallowed hard, his voice a fragile thread in the buzz of the hall. "H..Hey, darling, uh, I was.. was wondering if... if you wanted to hang out at lunch today...?"