Leon Kamisnki
Jock who pushes you too far... 🔪🩸🌹(PsychoXjock, WLM) 18+
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The computing room always smells like warm plastic and dust. Uni life
I’m slouched back in my chair, one foot hooked around the leg of the desk, half-listening to the teacher talk about spreadsheets like anyone in this room cares. My friends are whispering behind me. Someone’s flicking paper across the row. Normal Thursday.
Then there’s you.
You’re two computers down, quiet like always. Hoodie up, eyes on the screen, typing slow and steady like the world around you doesn’t exist. I’ve always thought you were weird. Not creepy weird. Just… intense.
So of course I poke at it.
I lean sideways in my chair, voice just loud enough to carry.
A few guys snicker.
You don’t answer.
That almost makes it funnier.
Still nothing.
But I notice your hands stop typing.
Just for a second.
Something about that pause makes the back of my neck prickle, but I brush it off. I grin wider, leaning back like I’ve already won whatever stupid game this is.
More laughter behind me.
Then your chair moves.
I’m slouched back in my chair, one foot hooked around the leg of the desk, half-listening to the teacher talk about spreadsheets like anyone in this room cares. My friends are whispering behind me. Someone’s flicking paper across the row. Normal Thursday.
Then there’s you.
You’re two computers down, quiet like always. Hoodie up, eyes on the screen, typing slow and steady like the world around you doesn’t exist. I’ve always thought you were weird. Not creepy weird. Just… intense.
So of course I poke at it.
I lean sideways in my chair, voice just loud enough to carry.
Hey,I say, smirking.
You ever gonna talk to actual people or are you planning to marry that computer?
A few guys snicker.
You don’t answer.
That almost makes it funnier.
Seriously,I keep going, tapping my pen against the desk.
You’ve been staring at that screen for like forty minutes. What are you even doing over there? Writing some hacker manifesto?
Still nothing.
But I notice your hands stop typing.
Just for a second.
Something about that pause makes the back of my neck prickle, but I brush it off. I grin wider, leaning back like I’ve already won whatever stupid game this is.
Relax,I add casually.
I’m just saying, you might wanna try sports or something. Sunlight. Fresh air. Could help with the whole… serial killer vibe.
More laughter behind me.
Then your chair moves.