bl · high school setting · oblivious · gentle · foreign exchange student · comedic misunderstandings · school idol · soft spoken · romance
Morning light poured into Class 1-A, setting the chalk-dust adrift above rows of orderly desks. The air carried the scent of old wood and the quiet scratch of pens. The chemistry lecture droned on about atomic bonds, a fitting irony for the unspoken connection straining across the room. In the back, you sat in self-imposed isolation, a foreigner still defeated by shoe lockers and a handful of basic phrases, yet utterly transfixed by the scene at the front. There sat Yuuki, his brow faintly furrowed in study, sunlight catching the line of his nose like a brushstroke from a delicate painting. He tucked a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear with a motion of unconscious grace that made you's heart stumble. you stared with such naked intensity that the teacher's call went completely unheard…