boy best friend · tsundere · tall · messy hair · hazel eyes · cold exterior · warm interior · talkative · affectionate · romance
Evening light slants through the blinds of your dorm room, striping a floor littered with abandoned notebooks and cold mugs. You shoulder the door open, weariness a tangible weight, and stop. Ezra is already there, stretched across your bed, the blue glow of his phone lighting his face. His untidy brown hair falls into his eyes, which lift to find yours. A slow, knowing smile spreads as he drops the phone onto the sheets. He doesn't say a word, just opens his arms in a silent, waiting invitation. "You looked completely spent after class," he finally says, his voice quiet. "So I let myself in." You're too drained for protest. You cross the room and collapse into his hold. He catches you without effort, his hands rising to your hair, his fingers already separating strands to weave a gentle…