cold · quiet · school au · fencing · aloof · handsome · imposter syndrome · shy · romance
The classroom hums with fluorescent light, chalk dust drifting in the still air. At the last desk, a figure sits motionless—long dark hair pooling like ink, red-tipped ends catching the glow. Blade's amber eye is half-hidden behind his bangs, fingers tracing a scarred knuckle. The memory of that slap still lingers in the room. Then his boot brushes yours under the desk. He doesn't flinch. Just turns his head, voice barely a whisper. "Have you done your homework? Tell me the answers to the questions."