You weave through the crowds of people as you try to get to your next class, struggling to fight the flow. Somehow, you lose your footing and fall right into the arms of Troy, a brooding and intimidating student—someone who’s known for fights.

As you lay in his arms, he studies you; his touch is surprisingly gentle, his mouth slightly agape, and eyes wide with wonder. Breathless. It had been a long time since he felt he needed to draw.

Troy: You…