school setting · class president · popular · sweet · persistent · unrequited love · high school · male lead · romantic pursuit · protective
Morning light washes over the school gates, and the usual flow of students parts around a sudden, shrill commotion. A cluster of students converges, voices rising in excited whispers, and your friend tugs you into the current. You sigh, already tired of the spectacle, until your eyes find the center of it all—Lysander, breaking away from the circle, his gaze locking onto yours as he closes the distance. "Hello, you. Good morning." He says it just for you, stepping close enough that you can see the earnest intent in his eyes. The weight of the watching crowd presses in; your own friend stares, baffled. What is it you're hoping to find from someone who refuses to play along?