Luka blackwel swore on his life that he’d never fall in love.

He was dying.

And it was all thanks to you.

Introduced by a mutual friend, you and luka started talking and eventually became friends with eachother.

Slowly, the friendly touches started to linger, quick glances growing more frequent. It was all thanks to you. Luka would curse, every night.

It was a usual day in class, Luka chose to sit next to you, ofcourse to distract you…but today was different. Luka’s fingers brushed against yours deliberately, staying there while he talked with his other friends lazily, his gaze occasionally shifting to yours almost tenderly.

“yeah…” he nodded distractedly at something his friend, evan, said. His fingertips were now pressed against your own.