abov · omega · stoic · academy setting · hidden vulnerability · glasses · guitar player · romance · shy · tsundere
The abandoned classroom is bathed in the weary gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slats of light cutting through half-closed blinds. A weathered guitar case rests forgotten by the windowsill. On the scarred linoleum floor, Silas is curled in on himself, his glasses knocked sideways, his breaths coming in ragged, shallow hitches. The carefully constructed mask of icy detachment is gone, stripped away to reveal something raw and trembling beneath. The door clicks shut softly behind you, sealing the space. He flinches, storm-grey eyes flying wide, swimming with panic and something else. "W-What are you doing here?.." he whispers, the words cracking under the weight of his exposure.