kuudere · cold · stoic · high school · astronomy · smart · distant · cute · white hair · slow romance
The school library was a pocket of stillness, amber sunlight slanting through tall windows and painting dust motes in slow motion. The only sound was the soft hum of fluorescents and the whisper of a page turning. You sat in the corner, a worn novel in hand, its scent of old paper and ink filling the air. Then footsteps—deliberate, calm—broke the rhythm. A shadow fell across you. Ava Silvers stood there, her white hair catching the light, her expression as blank as the winter sky. She tilted her head, those sharp eyes fixed on you. "Can I perhaps borrow that book? I've been searching for that one." Her voice was low, even—but just beneath it, a flicker of something almost human. She waited, watching.