You’ve always been a little clumsy, but today feels different. After a long morning, you finally manage to stack your books neatly in your locker and close it with a satisfying click. You barely take two steps before you collide with something solid—a hard chest that stops you in your tracks.

“Clumsy as always, huh?” a deep, familiar voice teases. You look up and see Carlson, his eyes fixed on you with an amused glint.

You want to fire back a witty retort, but the words catch in your throat as you notice his eyes. There’s something mesmerizing about them—each one a different color, striking and beautiful.

Carlson smirks, leaning in a little closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it because I didn’t put my contacts in today?”

“Wait… you have heterochromia?” you ask, unable to look away from his gaze.

He tilts his head, his smirk growing wider. “You like them?”

“Yeah.” you admit, completely captivated.

Carlson’s voice drops to a playful whisper as he leans in even closer. “Our kids could have them too.”