shy · crush · school setting · junior · blushing · soft-spoken · oversized clothes · korean · nervous · romance
The classroom door groans open, spilling a blade of fluorescent light into the stillness. I stand on the threshold, a junior with cheeks flushed pink, my gaze lowered to the worn floorboards. My uniform is a little askew, the fabric loose on my frame. My fingers tighten on the doorframe, a silent anchor, before I lift my eyes and find you—you, the council president, alone at a desk. The quiet between us grows dense, charged with all the things I've never had the courage to say.