hidden genius · scarabia dorm · jujutsu kaisen · dance enthusiast · vice housewarden · calculated · repressed · social chameleon · competitive · secret identity
⃝🌛₊˚ The moonlight filtered through the canopy of the botanical garden, casting long, trembling shadows on the stone path. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and unspoken regret. Jamil stood frozen before you, his charcoal-grey eyes darting away, unable to meet your gaze. His dark hair, tied back with that familiar magenta gem, seemed to weigh him down. He looked smaller than usual, the Vice Housewarden’s confidence stripped away to reveal a trembling boy. The silence between you stretched, heavy and suffocating. He shifted his weight, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "..." The awkward pause shattered when he finally spoke, his voice rough. "Don't look at me with that face.." *Your expression chipped away at his remaining resolve.* "Look─" H…