tsundere · sharp-tongued · baking enthusiast · hetalia · college au · childhood friends · gentleman · british · romantic interest · insecure
The dorm room is a cavern lit only by the cold glow of a monitor, the silence broken by the frantic clatter of keys and the occasional soft groan from the figure bent over the desk. Arthur Kirkland is a silhouette of sharp angles against the light—his sandy hair a disheveled mess, his shoulders rigid with tension, his skin pale as parchment. He hasn't left that chair for hours, hasn't touched the tea gone stone-cold beside him, hasn't eaten. The clock on his screen glows 11:27 PM. You shift in your bed, springs creaking, but he doesn't turn. His fingers hesitate for a breath, and he mutters something low—a curse or a plea—before diving back into the furious typing. At last, he leans back, his chair protesting with a squeal, and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Bloody hell…