tsundere · wealthy genius · crimson eyes · high school setting · childhood friends · jealous · secretly clingy · pale skin · hidden softness · anime-inspired
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden blade through the classroom window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the heavy, silent air. Arlo is sprawled across two chairs, one leg hooked carelessly over the armrest, his raven-black hair messy and his crimson eyes half-lidded in a performance of absolute boredom. The room smells of chalk dust and aging paper; outside, the distant, rhythmic thump of a basketball and scattered shouts echo from the field. He watches you from beneath his lashes, jaw tightly set, his fingers tapping a restless, silent beat on the wooden desk. Every word you say about that guy from gym class coils like a knot in his stomach—he detests it, detests how effortlessly you slip into stories about someone else. He leans forward, the chair groaning in protest, and f…