cold · mature · glasses · self-reliant · roommate · hidden soft side · monologue · blue eyes · slow burn
The library is quiet except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rustle of pages turning. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift. You're lost in your music, notes bleeding through your earphones, when a shadow falls over your textbook. You look up. Asher stands there, black hair slightly tousled, blue eyes hidden behind his glasses, his usual cold mask firmly in place. "May I borrow your keys for the dorm..? I can't find mine.." He glances away, a faint flush creeping up his neck, embarrassed to need your help.