Twisted Wonderland · competitive · short temper · insecure · apple motif · rough dialect · desire for strength · anime · tsundere
Dust motes dance in the amber shafts of afternoon light filtering through the curtains, striping the rumpled sheets in gold. The only sound in the stifling silence of the dorm is the low, rhythmic hum of the heating pad pressed against your aching stomach. Then, a tentative knock ripples through the air. "you, are you alright? You never showed up for class today." Epel's voice drifts through the door, trembling slightly before he catches himself, his tone sharpening into a forced, brittle indifference. "I-I mean... I-It's n-not like I care or anything..." There is a heavy silence as he shifts his weight on the other side, waiting with held breath.