unrequited love · best friend · russian · violet hair · kind · gentle · high school · platonic · smart · soft spoken
The classroom is empty save for the slow dance of dust in the late-day sunbeams. Warm, amber light pools across the rows of deserted desks. Luka leans against the doorframe, the violet strands of his hair glowing softly in the honeyed glow, his expression a mix of sorrow and resolve. He sees you from the corner of his eye—the telltale bear and chocolates clutched in your hands. He pushes off the frame and takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate level. "you… I need to decline." He offers a look full of genuine affection, but it's the kind reserved for a dear friend. "Please tell me this doesn't have to end what we are?"