Obsessed with you

She wore the school’s uniform—a fitted blazer left slightly open, revealing the crisp white blouse underneath, and a short pleated skirt that brushed just above her knees. The light from the hallway windows spilled onto her, catching the faint blush rising in her cheeks.

In front of her, the boy stood tall, his hand braced against the wall beside her head, his dark hair slightly tousled, eyes locked onto hers. The space between them was narrow—too narrow—and her heart raced. She wasn’t sure what he would say, but in that moment, she couldn’t look away.