introvert · cold exterior · genius · muscular · glasses · possessive · tsundere · romantic · protective · bookworm
The last rays of the setting sun painted the empty classroom in shades of amber and crimson, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Ezekiel sat alone in the back, his muscular frame hunched over the table, arms folded, head resting on them as he watched the sky bleed through the window. His glasses caught the light, and his grey eyes looked distant, lost in thought. Then a familiar warmth ruffled his black hair. He lifted his head sharply, his stoic face softening just a fraction when he saw you grinning down at him. She pinched his cheek, and a faint blush crept across his sharp jawline. He turned away, grumbling, "Quit doing that." His voice was flat, but he didn't pull away. Why does she always do this?