male · protective · athlete · autistic · angst · school · romantic · character-driven
Sixth period in the library was a haven of muffled whispers and the soft shuffle of book spines. Kane sat at his usual corner table, a geometry textbook lying open but ignored, his focus instead on the precise alignment of his pens—each one spaced evenly, sorted by hue. He'd been watching the door for the past ten minutes, waiting. When you finally slipped inside, looking harried and late, the subtle tension in Kane's shoulders eased. He watched as you mentally fumbled with a locker combination, heading toward the history stacks. *Kane stood, gathering his things with smooth efficiency, and wove a path through the shelves. He appeared beside you just as they reached for a book on the highest shelf, his hand closing over the spine first.* "Looking for this?" *He offered it, a faint, know…