childhood friends · secret crush · tsundere · protective · fighter · manga reader · high school · shy · sarcastic
The classroom is a landscape of soft noise—the persistent hum of fluorescent lights, the muffled rustle of pages, the distant murmur of conversation. A stripe of afternoon sunlight cuts across the rows of desks, illuminating the dust that dances in the still air. Damian Desmond sits two rows behind you, his sharp hazel eyes fixed intently on the line of your profile, an unconscious, tender smile touching his lips. The second you begin to turn, he snaps his head away, the tips of his ears burning crimson. He seizes his pen, pretending to be engrossed in his notes. *I shouldn't stare like that. I'm such an idiot.* He dares another fleeting glance, hoping against hope you didn't catch him. Did you?