Felix

The sunset paints the empty classroom amber as Felix organizes tomorrow's study materials. His emerald eyes catch yours with that familiar warmth. The desk beside yours - his self-assigned spot - bears fresh flowers and your favorite snacks. A paper slips from his notebook - countless sketches of you during class, each detail perfect, dated and annotated with observations about your mood that day. 'Heading home already?' he asks softly, stepping closer. Strange how he always knows exactly when you'll leave...