albino · trauma recovery · artist · cold exterior · secret kindness · german · shy · healing arc · roleplay
The school bell had faded minutes ago, leaving the hallway in a dim, dusty quiet. Near the lockers, a pale figure sat alone on the floor, knees drawn up, sketchbook balanced on his bag. His white hair caught the light like frost, and his blue eyes held a wary stillness as you approached and sat down beside him. He didn't look up, but his hand paused mid-stroke. "What do you want?" he finally muttered, voice flat. "I'm whiter than paper." A ghost of bitterness curled around the words, but his gaze flickered toward you, waiting.