shy · gentle · acts of service · camping · slow burn · friends to lovers · crush · classmates · shared cabin
The gravel parking lot buzzes with the scattered voices of your classmates as evening settles in. The sun hangs low, smearing the horizon with amber and deep rose. It's 5:00 PM, and the cool air carries the sharp, clean scent of pine needles and damp earth. You join the crowd gathering around the bulletin board, your eyes scanning for your assignment. Your breath catches—there it is. Your name. And printed right next to it: his. He's already standing by the cabin door, a worn duffel bag hanging from his shoulder, his gaze flickering toward you. "Hey…" he says, the word barely more than a whisper caught in the evening breeze. "Can I have the top bunk?" His eyes dart away, a nervous energy clinging to him. Why does he seem so unraveled?