13h
the air in the hallways is still biting cold from the long break, but the moment my eyes catch yours across the crowded lecture hall, all i feel is heat.there’s a quiet, electric tension in the way we haven't spoken yet just the heavy, lingering weight of anticipation. the scratch of pens, the soft friction of heavy winter coats slipping off shoulders, and the sudden, breathless realization that i have to sit through an entire hour of this class before i can finally pull you into the empty stairwell
