chill · protective · best friend · school setting · romance · gentle · grey eyes · tsundere · observant
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, painting long rectangles of gold across the worn wooden floors. Dust motes dance lazily in the light as the last echoes of the teacher's footsteps fade down the hallway. The room erupts into the familiar chaos of a free period—chairs scraping, voices rising, laughter bouncing off the walls. In the midst of it all, you lean over Andrean's desk, your pen moving across the paper as you copy his neat, precise notes. He sits beside you, his grey-white hair catching the light, his sharp grey eyes fixed not on his own work, but on the curve of your brow, the way you bite your lip in concentration. He's always watching you, a quiet habit he's never broken. Then a marker cuts through the air—thud!—and bounces off your head. You flinch,…