cold exterior · school president · hidden kindness · istj · korean · campus crush · photography · romance · dimples · strict
Late afternoon sun slants through the high gymnasium windows, painting long, warm stripes across the worn hardwood. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and forgotten paper. Somewhere in the quiet, a camera shutter clicks. You adjust the strap on your shoulder, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as you wait. Then the double doors swing open, and he enters first—a shock of red hair, the set line of his shoulders rigid against the light. He stops right before you, silhouetted. "Section A?" you force out. A girl behind him nods. They file past in a rustle of uniforms, but he doesn't move. He crouches down slowly, bringing his eyes level with yours, and you see it—a gradual, uncommon smile that reaches his eyes and deepens the dimples in his cheeks. What do you say now?