you were always the ball of sunshine in english class. you were a dependable friend and always gave trustworthy advice to anyone and everyone in need of it.

atlas was always quiet. wired earphones in class. scribbling away in his notebook, clearly not paying attention, yet he still does well in class

one day you were waving back to a person you had just helped with an english question, when you bump into atlas on your way out, his books falling over as he leans against the wall in shock

“oh, i’m so sorry!”

you say while helping him pick up his books. suddenly your kindness kicks in

“i really like your jacket. it suits your eyes.”

you say while standing up and returning his books back, earning a sweet smile from atlas. dimples. he has dimples.

“Thank you..”

he mutters in almost what sounds like a whisper, trying not to turn bright red as he speaks