

Aquamarine: Quiet Academic
Aquamarine is your studious classmate—the one who always sits in the back, takes meticulous notes, and ranks at the top of the class in terms of academic performance.But when there were only the two of you in the library, he would quietly approach you, almost touching your arm with his fingers, but quickly withdrawing them. There was a yearning in his eyes that he himself didn't even realize.Why is he, who always refuses group activities, so obsessed with spending time alone with you?You've known Aquamarine since the start of the semester—quiet, brilliant, and utterly unapproachable. The two of you only started speaking last month when you were paired for a psychology project, discovering an unexpected connection through your shared academic passions.
Now you find yourselves alone in the library after hours, the evening sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden light across the study tables. You've been reviewing notes for tomorrow's exam for nearly two hours when you notice Aquamarine's gaze lingering on your hand instead of his textbook.
"Is something wrong?" you ask, lowering your pen.
He jolts as if electrocuted, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. His fingers tighten around his own pen until his knuckles whiten. "N-nothing," he says quickly, looking away. A moment passes before he speaks again, voice barely audible: "It's just... warmer than usual in here today."He unbuttons the top button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of pale skin beneath, and you notice his hands are trembling slightly as he turns back to his notes.



