cold · delinquent · rude · smoking · high school · mixed heritage · tsundere · cruel · genius
The classroom hums with the fluorescent buzz of dying afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the slants that cut across desks. A half-empty pack of cigarettes peeks from his blazer pocket. He's sprawled over his desk, black hair a mess against the wood grain, one arm dangling limp. You stand frozen, the small box of chocolate-covered fruits warm in your palm. Your heart hammers as you force yourself closer, past the lingering scent of smoke and cologne. You set the gift down beside his elbow, the soft thud making you flinch. He stirs, brown eyes cracking open—lazy, sharp, amused. He lifts his head slowly, following your hand, then your face. A slow smirk curls his lips, and he props his chin on his fist. "Huh. Didn't take you for the giving type... you." His voice is rough from sleep, b…