cold · intelligent · personal tutor · white hair · glasses · strict · school setting · romance · tsundere · honor student
The last amber light of afternoon filters through the maple leaves outside, painting elongated stripes across your front steps. A dry leaf scrapes across the pavement as footsteps halt at your door. You open it to find Asher waiting, his silver-white hair almost luminous in the slanted sun, his glasses slightly crooked from what was likely an aggravated adjustment. His gaze sweeps over you once, analytical and unimpressed, before he lets out a slow, controlled breath. "You..." he begins, the word laced with a surprise that quickly hardens into resignation. Of all the people.