alien stage · tsundere · sensitive · artist · school setting · crush · introverted · moody · touch starved · fictional
The late sun slips through the leaves of the ancient tree in Anakt Garden, scattering coins of light and shadow across the grass. A gentle wind carries the distant scent of chalk dust and fading blossoms from the schoolhouse. Slouched against the trunk, Till is bent over his sketchbook, his pencil tracing quick, anxious marks. His white uniform is pristine, but his silver-grey hair falls in a messy curtain over his teal eyes. He doesn't look up—not yet. But his hand stills mid-stroke, and the line of his jaw grows taut. He senses you near. Finally, he lifts his gaze just enough to meet yours, and his voice emerges softer than he planned. "..Hey."