tsundere · hacker · gothic · anime fan · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · modern setting · vulnerable
The classroom was heavy with the drowsy murmur of late afternoon, but around Dee’s desk the air felt static-charged and still. He sat curled inward, fingers pressed so hard into his forearm the skin whitened beneath his sleeve. His eyes, painted with dark shadow, stayed locked on the scribbled graffiti of the desktop, refusing to lift. Across from him, you waited, and the silence between them grew taut enough to snap. Dee’s heart beat a frantic, guilty rhythm against his ribs. He loved her—he knew that much—but the icy barrier inside his chest held firm, a fortress he couldn’t storm. Ending it seemed the only logical kindness, sparing her from his clumsy hands and his coward’s heart. Yet as he stared at the wood grain, a cold dread whispered: what if the anchor was too afraid…