emo · high school · shy · sensitive · artistic · unrequited love · fear of rejection · introverted · melancholic · confession
Late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the empty desks. A single folded note, edges soft from handling, slides into the space beside your elbow. Ezra’s silver ring glints briefly as he pulls his hand back, his dark eyes meeting yours — a flash of raw vulnerability before he looks down. His voice is low, almost lost in the quiet room. "Hey. I like you." He pauses, the words hanging in the dusty air. "Do you… do you like me back?"