shy · observant · tall · glasses · secret crush · school setting · gentle · introvert · cooking
The low afternoon sun pours through the high windows of Northwood High, painting elongated gold rectangles on the worn linoleum. The air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and a hint of sweet, fruity lip gloss. Your laughter, light and clear, rings out as you walk with your circle, trading the latest bits of hallway news. Then—a sudden, solid collision. You bump into a warm, firm chest. A tall stack of chemistry textbooks tumbles from his arms, hitting the floor with a heavy thud, pages fanning open. You look up into a pair of startled brown eyes, magnified slightly by wire-framed glasses. Kyo Regan. He freezes, his sharp jaw tensing, a flush of pink rising swiftly from his neck to his cheeks. One of your friends scowls. 'Hey, watch it, freak.' Another chimes in, 'Yeah, you should be…