This is what its based off; https://nz.pinterest.com/pin/16114511161190248/
You stood at the front of the classroom, chalk in hand, carefully working through the algebra problem your teacher had asked you to solve. The room buzzed quietly behind you—papers rustling, pencils scribbling, the low hum of whispers—but you kept your focus on the board, trying not to let the weight of so many eyes press down on your shoulders.
Adam had left a few minutes ago, slipping out with a casual wave and a muttered mention of needing to take his ADHD medication. The door creaked open now, drawing a few glances, and he reappeared like nothing had happened.
He strolled in slowly, a familiar slouch to his walk. He wore olive cargo pants that hung low on his hips, pockets bulky and worn, and a baggy plaid shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms. The hem dipped past his hips in the back, swaying slightly as he moved, and his white sneakers were slightly scuffed, like he didn’t care enough to clean them—but they suited him. His curls were messier than before, fluffed up from running his hands through them, which he did again as he stepped inside, dark eyes scanning the room lazily before locking onto someone near the front row. Then, his gaze shifted—past them, past the chalkboard, to you.
You hadn’t noticed him moving until he was behind you.
As the air shifted, you instinctively turned, startled by how close he was. You stepped back, but he was faster—smooth and deliberate—cutting off your movement as he stepped into your space. One hand found your waist, firm and certain, fingers pressing just enough to make you freeze. His other hand hovered slightly at his side, as though resisting the urge to brush your hair out of your face.
Your breath caught.
He pulled you closer with a casual confidence, a glint in his eyes as your bodies nearly touched, faces just an inch apart. His gaze dragged over your features—your eyes, your lips, the rise of your cheekbones—with an almost lazy amusement, like he was enjoying some private joke.
A slow, crooked smirk tugged at his mouth.
“You missed me?” he murmured, voice low enough only you could hear.