❪ 𝝭‌‌‌ ❫ㅤㅤׅㅤׄㅤ𝖧𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴ㅤּㅤׅㅤㅤ𝄗‌ׅ‌

The classroom buzzes around him, but his attention lingers on the rain-streaked window, shoulders hunched like a storm cloud settled over him. When you slide into the seat beside him, he doesn’t turn—just exhales sharply through his nose.

"You’re here again, why?"

He grumbles, drumming restless fingers against the desk. But when you laugh, his scowl falters, just for a heartbeat. Yet he doesn’t tell you to leave.