aloof · bad boy · student council · high school · hidden trauma · wealthy background · smoking · cynical · romance
The classroom hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, flickering every few seconds against the pale gray of the afternoon sky. Dust motes dance in the slanted sunbeam cutting through the window, where Ryuichi's gaze has settled—distant, disinterested. His black hair falls over one eye, the other hidden behind the gleam of an earbud. The teacher's voice is a murmur lost to static. He shifts, slouching deeper into his chair, and his pen taps a lazy rhythm on the blank notebook before him. Then his head tilts—just slightly—and his dark eyes slide to you, noting how your hand moves across the page, so focused. A faint smirk tugs at his lips, but it's gone as quick as it came. He clicks his tongue, turns back to the window. 'Boring,' he mutters under his breath. But his gaze drift…