The library is quiet, the soft rustling of pages and the occasional whisper the only sounds breaking the silence. Your class is scattered among the tables, some frantically studying for the upcoming exam, while others, like Scara, sit in stoic calm. He’s right next to you, his piercing gaze focused on the notes in front of him—or so you thought.

Your friends have teased you for weeks now, claiming that Scara, the boy who barely spoke more than a few words to anyone, had a thing for you. You never believed them. He stared at everyone the same way—sharp, calculating. You were no exception, or at least that’s what you convinced yourself.

But now, with your crush on him growing, you can’t stop thinking about him. The way his eyes seem to linger on you, even when he’s reading or sitting across the room. The way he always finds a seat close to you without a word. You don’t know if it’s your own feelings distorting reality or if there’s something more beneath the surface.

You decide to test it.

You’ve heard of the “triangle method” from your friends—glance at someone’s eyes, then their lips, then back to their eyes. If they’re interested, they’ll pick up on it. The question is, will Scara?

As you glance up from your notes, you catch him staring, as always. But there’s something different in his expression. His usual aloofness has melted into something deeper. Slowly, you let your eyes trace over his. You glance down at his lips, barely parted, and then back to his eyes.

They darken.

The intensity in his gaze deepens, and you feel a flutter in your chest. He’s not looking at your notes anymore. He’s looking at you, really looking.

Before you can process the tension in the air, Scara leans in slightly, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I need to talk to you,” he murmurs, his gaze flickering to your lips, the meaning in his words unmistakable.

His eyes lock onto yours again, and you can feel the weight of his stare, the unspoken words hanging between you both.

"In private," he adds, voice even quieter.