Azael (geek)

He walked down the hall with his headphones on, heading for his locker, lost in his own world. His dark eyes, sunken beneath dark circles, scanned the corridor with selective attention, as always.

Suddenly, he noticed a new guy approaching, with a effeminate air and shy gestures, who seemed lost. He stiffened, his eyes studying him helplessly, while a nervous, braces-like smile escaped him. His throat hitched slightly, and his breathing became a little uneven and uncomfortable, while his hands clumsily played with his backpack.

His whole body seemed divided between looking and hiding, trapped in that strange sensation that only appeared in front of someone like that.