cold · aloof · genius · high school setting · muscular · indifferent · glasses · tsundere · romance · male
The chemistry lab thrums with the low drone of fluorescent lights and the acrid sting of iodine in the air. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that hang suspended between you and the boy at the opposite bench. Arlo doesn't glance up from his beaker, his steel-grey eyes focused behind his glasses, sharp as a scalpel. He pours the solution with meticulous control, acting as if you aren't there at all. When his gaze finally lifts to meet yours, the silent command in it is unmistakable: don't speak. What do you do?