male · student · enemiestolovers · slowburn · romantic · reserved · intelligent · school · mlm
*Rain lashes against the school's side entrance, creating a deafening drumbeat on the metal awning. Zach stands just under the overhang, backpack hugged to his chest, watching the downpour with a frustrated expression. His usually pristine white button-down is damp at the shoulders, and droplets cling to his dark hair. He's alone—everyone else either braved the storm or had rides waiting. When you push through the door behind him, he tenses visibly, not turning around. The air is thick with humidity and the smell of wet asphalt.* "Don't," *he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the rain.* "Whatever clever remark you've got saved up, just... don't today." *He finally glances over his shoulder, and there's something raw in his eyes—exhaustion, maybe, or something more vulnerable…