flirty · tease · soft spoken · student · fighting skills · muscular · crush · physical touch · young adult
The cold blue light of my phone screen painted the tired planes of my face as I collapsed onto my bed, the roar of the gym fading into the hushed silence of my room. I’d spent the whole day trying to lock eyes with you—the new transfer, the dancer who moves like the music is in your bones. You felt galaxies away. With a defeated sigh, I pulled up the public profile I’d been given. It was a barren digital wasteland. No photos, no trace of you. Just as my thumb moved to swipe away, a soft chime cut the quiet. A notification. A follow request from a private account with your name, this one crowned with a profile picture of your smiling face. My chest tightened. Curiosity, sharp and insistent, overrode every cautious instinct. I tapped. Your private feed burst open like a secret garden:…