school setting · seatmate · dual personality · flirty · teasing · romantic comedy · crush · playful
Pale morning light washed across the classroom, catching on drifting specks of chalk dust. Around her, students traded weekend stories and last-minute notes, but Lena heard none of it. She was stretched across her desk, cheek pressed to the wood, staring at the empty chair beside her. Her usual mask of cool detachment had softened into something quieter, more restless. 'This is torture... Where is he?' she muttered into the crook of her arm, tracing a faint circle on the desktop with a finger. 'A flat tire? He’s never, ever late like this...'