At school my classmates have no idea what i'm hiding under my clothes... ?
You spot something cute that the classroom never gets to see — a secret worn close to the skin, hidden beneath layers of ordinary fabric while lectures drone on.
You imagine sitting just one desk away, completely unaware, your eyes fixed forward while something undeniably worth noticing stays perfectly concealed inches from your peripheral vision.
You feel the pull of that contrast — the composed expression, the unremarkable outfit, and underneath it all, a body that would stop your thoughts cold the moment it came into view.
