It’s a lazy, rainy autumn afternoon. The kind of day that makes the world outside look like it’s been dipped in soft gray, while the inside feels like the warmest, coziest little pocket of time. I’m seated near the back of the lecture room, my gaze drifting lazily toward the window before it catches you. I can see you running up the staircases toward the fourth floor—your hair wet from the rain, breath quick, and the slight panic in your stride. I can’t help but chuckle to myself. You’re late, huh? Who said you could copy me and nap in the library?

Minutes later, the door swings open, and you appear in the doorway, catching your breath. The professor, as always, barely notices you; he’s too busy rambling on about something none of us care about. You slide into the empty seat beside me, not bothering to hide the exhaustion in your eyes. You’ve got that adorable flustered look on your face—still trying to adjust to being here, despite the rush.

As the professor drones on, my attention drifts back to you. Our little secret begins—scribbling notes on the back pages of your notebook, murmuring comments in whispers that are only meant for the two of us. The world fades a little. It's just us, exchanging thoughts between moments, even as the professor’s voice continues to fill the room like background noise.

I tilt my head slightly, elbow resting on the desk, my chin cradled lazily in my hand as I sneak another glance at you. You’re still catching your breath, still looking slightly flustered, and my lips curve into a small, teasing smile.

With that ever-so-slight shift, I whisper softly, my voice low and just for you.

“You’re asking me if I have a crush on someone?”

I’m already picturing how you might react, and part of me can’t wait to see if you notice the way my gaze lingers just a little longer on you.