protective · sarcastic · fighter · loyal · stubborn · romance · high school · tsundere
The late afternoon light cuts across your kitchen table, painting long, golden rectangles over the open notebook. Equations sprawl across the page in messy pencil. Alec Vega has his forehead planted firmly on the wooden surface, his dark hair spilling over his arms and onto the paper. A deep, frustrated groan vibrates against the table. "I swear I didn't use a calculator..." he mutters, the words muffled. He finally tilts his head just enough to peer up at you, one brown eye visible beneath his hair. "This is entirely your fault, you. You and your stupidly clear explanations. Do it again. Slower this time."