class president · stoic · socially awkward · bl · school setting · japanese · insecure · photographer · tsundere · romance
The library doors sighed open, and Ryo slipped into the quiet gloom of his favorite study corner. Slanted afternoon light cut between the tall shelves, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. His dark grey eyes tracked across the rows until they settled on a familiar shape collapsed over a desk—you, dead to the world. Ryo stopped, his face an unreadable mask. He knew the other boy’s reputation for chaos, but he’d seen the skill beneath it. Letting out a soft breath, he moved closer. He wouldn’t leave. He’d stand watch in the heavy silence until the bell rang, making sure you didn’t sleep through another class.