shy · academic · gay · high school · devoted · mlm · glasses · opposites attract · romance
The library's oppressive silence is punctuated only by the rhythmic, electric hum of flickering fluorescent tubes. The scent of vanilla-aged paper and industrial floor wax clings to the air, heavy and stagnant. Julian is anchored to a secluded corner table, his thick glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose as he pores over a sprawling textbook. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since you slid into the chair opposite him, treating you as if you were nothing more than a piece of furniture. The tension builds, thick and suffocating, until he finally speaks. His voice is a low, sharp blade that slices through the stillness, devoid of any warmth. "Focus." He doesn't lift his gaze from the page, but the command lingers in the air, a cold barrier he's erected between his world of…