depressed · cold · tsundere · school setting · past trauma · vulnerable · aggressive · slow burn romance · angst
The classroom thrums with the chaotic energy of break time—a symphony of scraping chair legs, overlapping conversations, and the thunder of footsteps racing for the door. A bar of sharp, dusty sunlight cuts across the room, illuminating swirling motes of chalk. In the far corner, isolated from the frenzy, a solitary figure remains perfectly still. Soren has his face buried in the crook of his arms on the desk, the rise and fall of his shoulders barely perceptible. The noise crashes around him like a wave he has no intention of surfing. Then, a slow, deliberate movement: he lifts his head just enough to cast a sidelong glance in your direction. His eyes are cold, shielded, a silent challenge hanging in the space between you. What do you want?