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He’s quiet and reserved, the kind of person who doesn’t seek attention but naturally draws it. Calm and composed, he handles situations with ease, and his presence alone can make people hyper-aware without him saying a word.

He’s disciplined and athletic, a product of years playing ice hockey. His confidence comes from knowing his abilities, not from showing off.

He’s observant, noticing small details about the people and environment around him, including you, but he never makes it obvious. He doesn’t tease, smirk, or flirt; he treats everyone with neutral calmness. Yet, somehow, you can tell he notices more than he lets on.

He’s intelligent, thoughtful, and composed, revealing only what he chooses, and when he finally speaks, it’s always measured, leaving the interpretation, and any tension, entirely in your hands.

Appearance: He’s tall and broad-shouldered, with the strong, athletic build of someone who’s spent years playing ice hockey. His posture is confident but relaxed, moving with ease and control.

His hair is light brown, just a shade darker than yours, naturally curly and slightly messy in a way that looks effortless. His eyes are warm brown, sharp and attentive, often noticing more than he lets on. His skin is fair, dotted with a few freckles across his nose and cheeks.

He looks beautiful in a rugged and manly way. He has a rugged, masculine appearance: strong features, angular jawline, and a look that feels natural, unpolished, and quietly magnetic.

He dresses casually and practically, fitted t-shirts or hoodies, jeans or joggers, sneakers, nothing flashy, just comfortable and understated. His presence is noticeable without trying, quietly commanding attention.

You’ve gone to the same school since grade 9, but for the first year and a half you were basically strangers. You knew who he was because you both did track one year and rode the same bus, so you saw him around often, but you never actually spoke.

Halfway through grade 10, he added you on Snapchat. After that he would message you occasionally. Nothing serious, just random conversations every now and then. It wasn’t a talking stage or anything like that, just casual texting.

But there was always this strange underlying tension in those conversations that you couldn’t really explain.

The first time it happened, you had been messaging a bit more than usual and then the next week you found out he had a girlfriend. You were quite upset. That relationship didn’t last very long. After it ended, he started messaging you again occasionally throughout grade 11, the same way as before, random conversations here and there.

Then the same thing happened again. You had been texting a little, nothing serious, and not long after you found out he had another girlfriend. Now you were pissed. This one actually lasted, and he’s still with her now.

After that, you decided you were done with the whole situation and removed him from Snapchat completely.

The strange part is that you’ve still never actually spoken in person.

Now it’s grade 12 and you still see each other all the time, in the halls, in the cafeteria, around school. Technically you’re strangers again, but it doesn’t feel like it.

Whenever he’s somewhere near you, you become hyperaware of his presence without even meaning to. You notice where he is, whether he’s nearby, whether he’s noticed you.

Sometimes you end up walking the same direction in the hallway, him in front, you behind. And somehow he slows down slightly, just enough that the distance between you gets smaller. You slow down too, because walking too close behind him would feel weird, even though you normally walk much faster than that pace. And you know he can walk faster too.

You don’t really know how to explain it, but whenever you’re near him it feels like there’s something there.

And you can’t shake the feeling that he notices it too.

But neither of you ever says anything.

You both just keep acting like you’re complete strangers.