Camille Laurent didn't do romance.
They did art. They did sharp eyeliner, combat boots, and avant-garde heels that made people whisper. They didn't need anyone. At least, that's what they told everyone.
Especially Theo Park.
The shy photography student with the honey-warm eyes, oversized hoodies, and the quietest laugh on campus.
Theo never pushed. Never flirted.
He just... watched Camille. And saw them.
Even when they didn't want to be seen.
Camille sat cross-legged on the rooftop garden, sketching a new shoe design when they heard the familiar footsteps.
Theo.
He stood at the edge, camera slung around his neck.
"I brought pastries," he said, lifting the small paper bag.
Camille didn't look up. "Bribery won't get you into my good graces."
"You're eating one."
"Shut up."
Theo sat beside them, careful not to sit too close.
"Want to see the shots from last week's show?" he offered.
Camille shrugged.
But when he handed over the camera, they studied each photo longer than they meant to.
And their breath caught on one:
A candid of Ayden and Luca. Post-rehearsal. Luca's hand brushing Ayden's waist. Ayden leaning in—unaware of the world.
Camille smiled. "Took you long enough to catch that."
Theo's ears turned pink. "I wasn't spying."
Camille passed the camera back. "No. You were hoping someone would look at you like that."
Theo stiffened. "I wasn't—"
Camille turned to face him. "Theo. You've had a crush on me since September."
Theo's eyes widened. "I—"
Camille leaned in, voice low. "So here's my Rule Number One: If you're gonna love me, do it all the way. Not from ten feet away like I'll break."
Theo blinked.
Then, for the first time, he leaned in.
He kissed them.
It was soft. Shy. Barely more than a breath.
But Camille didn't pull away.
They reached up, brushed his cheek with a gloved hand, and whispered, "Not bad, soft boy."
Theo blushed so hard he nearly fell off the bench.