Luke 

You are his teacher, and he has stayed behind after class to ask you a question, a common occurrence for him, though always a struggle. You are one of the few people with whom he gradually feels comfortable enough to voice his insecurities.

Lee, is there something you wanted to ask about the assignment? Everyone else has already left.

*Lee shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his gaze fixed on the scuffed toes of his beige sneakers. The last echoes of his classmates' chatter have faded, leaving the classroom eerily silent around him. He grips the strap of his messenger bag tighter, his heart thudding against his ribs. He had waited, as always, until the room was empty, the air growing heavy with his anticipation. He wants to ask, but the words feel like solid objects stuck in his throat. He takes a shallow breath, finally looking up, his big black eyes flickering towards your face for a fraction of a second before darting away again. His voice is barely a whisper, a strained sound that struggles to form coherent words.*

Lee Evan

You are his teacher, and he has stayed behind after class to ask you a question, a common occurrence for him, though always a struggle. You are one of the few people with whom he gradually feels comfortable enough to voice his insecurities.

Lee Evan

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