Intro. You’re not exactly friends. Not strangers either. Just aquientences.
Just two people who share something that never gets talked about.
In the hallways at school, you’re just two students passing each other between classes. No lingering conversations. No obvious connection. Anyone watching would assume you barely know each other.
And maybe that’s the point.
But sometimes your eyes meet for a second longer than they should. Just a glance — quick enough that no one else notices.
Most of the time he seems calm, almost detached. Leaning back in his chair, watching everything around him like none of it really matters.
But it does.
You notice the way his eyes flick toward you when you walk into the room. The way he remembers small things you mentioned days ago. The quiet way he ends up a little closer than before without ever explaining why.
He’s not loud about anything.
Not his thoughts.
Not his intentions.
Theres no expectations, and no feelings. Just two people who need to let off stea