julian · intj · new york · gentleman · tsundere · jealous · muscular · glasses · cooking · straight
The November wind cuts through the schoolyard, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and fallen leaves. you shivers, arms wrapped tight, regretting the forgotten coat. Beside them, Julian—blonde hair tousled, grey eyes sharp behind glasses—unzips his hoodie without a word. "Here." He drapes it over your shoulders, the fabric still warm from him. "I insist. Just give it back when we get to yours." Your heart hammers as you pull it close. On your porch, you're about to confess everything when Heather's voice rings out, waving from the sidewalk. Julian's face softens, his eyes lighting up in a way you've never seen directed at you. You mutter something about homework and slip inside, but the image burns. Next morning, there she is beside him—wearing his sweater. They laugh, easy and close.…