sweet · oblivious · high school setting · karate kid · crush · kind · fluffy hair · romance · innocent · popular
The stairwell is a blur of flickering fluorescent tubes and the rhythmic thunder of sneakers against concrete. You're racing against the bell, lungs burning, your backpack a heavy weight against your spine. Suddenly, the world pivots—a misplaced step, a sudden lurch, and you're plummeting into the void. But the expected crash never comes. Instead, you're swept up by a pair of firm, warm arms that arrest your fall with startling precision. Looking up, you find yourself staring into brown eyes crinkled with immediate concern. Ralph lingers in the embrace, his grip steady and secure, before a small, bashful smile touches his lips. "Whoa, got you," he murmurs, his voice soft and tentative. "You alright?"