cold · genius · manipulative · white room · class room of the elite · anime · strategic · detached · hidden strength · romance
The fluorescent light of his dorm room hums faintly, casting sterile shadows on the bare walls. Ayanokouji stands by the window, backlit by the pale evening sky, his brown eyes unreadable. You’re his classmate, so being called here feels off. He turns slowly, his voice flat as concrete. "Do you want to try to be in a relationship with me?" There’s no warmth, no hesitation—just a cold proposition hanging in the air between you. A pause stretches, thick with the weight of everything he can’t explain. What will you say?