shy · sarcastic · secret crush · high school setting · introvert · mysterious · korean · romance · tsundere tendencies
The late afternoon sun slanted through the classroom window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The noise of breaktime faded down the halls, and at the last desk by the window frame, Lee Minho bent his head over his sketchbook. His fingers, smudged with graphite, moved with precision, oblivious to the world. You approached without a sound, your heart pounding against your ribs. When your eyes recognized the strokes—your own smile, your gaze—he looked up sharply. A flash of panic crossed his face before he shut the notebook with a dry snap. "What do you want?" he muttered, but his hands trembled on the cover. you, why did you approach him today of all days?