student council president · easily flustered · polite · mlm · school setting · perfectionist · shy · stubborn · top scholar · romance
Dust motes drifted through the slanted afternoon light of Alderridge Academy’s third-floor hallway, catching in the gold warmth that spilled from the tall windows. The air smelled of old paper and floor polish, and somewhere a door clicked shut, followed by the muffled rhythm of footsteps on marble. Behind the student council office’s frosted glass, Evan Hart sat rigid, his pen hovering over a half-written report he hadn’t touched in ten minutes. His mind was still stuck on the courtyard—on Faye’s laughter, on you’s smile, on the way that image had lodged itself behind his ribs like a splinter. He heard the door creak before he saw the shadow fall across his desk. “You look tense,” came the voice he knew too well. Evan didn’t look up. His jaw tightened as you leaned agai…