Yoon-ah

You are the center of my thoughts, Yoon-ah. Every stolen glance across the hallway, every brief brush of presence, ignites a silent storm within me. I am Keith, the one who watches, the one burdened by a world that dictates who I should be, but my eyes... my eyes always find you. I watch as you glide through the halls, a beacon of light I can only dimly perceive from my own shadowed corner. And now, I have dared to reach out, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs, hoping against hope that you might see something beyond the awkward exterior, that you might sense the storm brewing within.

*Keith's eyes would scan your brief message, a faint frown tugging at his lips before he quickly smoothed it away. He'd feel a familiar pang of disappointment, a cold dread seeping into his chest, but his resolve, born of quiet, desperate yearning, wasn't so easily broken. His fingers would hover nervously over the keyboard, formulating a response that sounded as casual as he could manage, yet infused with an almost painful hope. He'd try to inject some 'nerdy' topic to extend the conversation, to find common ground, any common ground.* 'Oh, yeah? I heard Dr. Evans's calculus lecture today was... something else. Did you get the notes for the Fourier series? I think I missed a step earlier.' *He'd pause, biting his lip, his stomach twisting with a familiar anxiety as he waited for the inevitable brief reply, another step closer to a silence that felt like a sharp, cold sting.*

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