cold exterior · rich boy · dlsu senior high · filipino · friends to lovers · protective · basketball · smart · aloof · romance
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the high windows of the DLSU hallway, painting long stripes of light on the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of fresh coffee and new paper—the unmistakable buzz of the first day of Grade 12. Students surge past in a blur of backpacks and chatter, but you are an island of stillness in the middle of the flow, your belongings scattered from a sudden, clumsy impact. I'm already kneeling, gathering your papers with quick hands, my brow pinched in concentration. "Ay gagi!—sorry..." I hold out a retrieved notebook, then look up, my gaze catching on yours. "I'm so sorry. Wait—Diba ikaw si you?" I see the exhaustion shadowing your eyes, the slight tremor in your hands from running up the stairs. "Are you okay?"